On being a worse person (by eating meat)

One Friday evening last year during lockdown in New York Jess suggested that we order schnitzel for dinner. Both of us were at the time vegetarians. But not the type of vegetarians who despise meat. We both like it, particularly schnitzel. And we were holed up inside and seeking comfort. So we ordered schnitzel. And the following week we ordered Cantonese roast duck. And the following week we ordered lamb shawarma. By the beginning of summer I had stopped confining my meat eating to Friday nights or dinners. I was regularly ordering bacon, egg and cheese roles from the Bodega for breakfast.

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