My wife eats meat. My twins are vegetarian. I'm vegan. Somehow, it works.
When I first went vegan, I'll admit I struggled watching my wife cook meat. I'd just read about factory farming, watched those videos - how could anyone continue eating meat once they knew?
But here's what 13 years of marriage teaches you: you can't change people. More importantly, you shouldn't try. My wife knows exactly why I became vegan. She respects my choice, and I respect hers.
Our twins became vegetarian as a compromise. It wasn't about forcing my views - they'll make their own choices when they're older. But it felt right for them to grow up questioning where their food comes from, rather than just accepting what's on their plate.
These days, our kitchen runs like a well-oiled machine. Different pans, different sections of the fridge, different meal prep times. It's just normal now.
The dogs are another story entirely. I've tried them with veggie food, but they weren't having it. So yes, I buy meat for them. It feels strange, but that's just another complexity of trying to live ethically in an imperfect world.
What's exciting is how cultivated meat might change all this. Soon, we might all be eating the same meals again, just produced differently. No more separate pans. No more compromises.
That's a future worth waiting for.
