Bleah: I hate it when the you get to the BOTTOM of a bowl of supposedly-ok soup, and find what is unmistakenly bacon. Yuck. I’m tempted to pull a Philo or a T., but the thought of tasting it a second time makes me even grosser feeling. Gorgle.

I guess that’s what I get for being a pescatarian. I was completely vegetarian for three years, but started craving fish in a way that told me my body really needed those fish oils. Most of my reasons for vegetarianism are heath-related, closely followed by ethical issues. Sadly, the health arguments don’t hold up with fresh local fish…so not eating fish is more about ethical and environmental reasons, and I find my self body simply doesn’t want to abide that higher logic. Bad body! Your punishment:

Small serving of clam chowder, heavy on the bacon. (vomit)