I've got a good reason to eat meat. It's tasty.
By all means, if you don't find it tasty, don't eat it, much like I don't drink whisky despite knowing that many many people find it awesome.
Precisely. I didn't eat meat for a long while because I simply didn't like it. But then my dad
thought enough was enough so he made lamb steak:
With garlic, rosemary and honey.
Resistance was futile. Very futile.
