I think today was a turning point kind of day.

For breakfast, I had quinoa flakes with trail mix and a bit of coconut butter and maple syrup.

For lunch, I had a salad with a veggie burger on it (and yes, a side of kimchee which I really do like now).

For dinner, I was going to a gathering at a friends house, so after I finished teaching class (it was a 3 day class), I came home and made tortellini and meatballs for the boys.

The meatballs are where I ran into problems. Now, when I can, I buy local grass fed beef, but that requires driving more than a half hour to a co-op and I don’t always have time for that, so when we have no local beef, I buy ground bison at Hannaford.

The last time I made it, last week, in “Daddy Casserole”, Cassidy wouldn’t eat it – he said it wasn’t the same and it wasn’t good (he is 12). My husband insisted it was fine.

But tonight, when I was preparing it, I got a really bad vibe off it. It looked different, it felt different, and I don’t think it was my newfound vegetarian sensibility that was causing me to react that way.

It even smelled carcinogenic when I was cooking it – I had to keep walking away from the stove, and I even felt compelled to sing Hawaiian ho’oponopono to it: I am sorry, Please forgive me, I love you, I thank you.

Wow. Now I feel like I can’t cook that meat anymore. So I guess I am going to have to stock up on the local stuff in the freezer next time I go to the co-op. But I wonder if I am going to reach a juncture where I can’t cook meat at all?