meat

Food on a holiday in the Balkans, and Turkey and the Black Sea and Greece to, to an extent is very meat orientated. In fact, if you want to eat anything slightly local, you will end up tasting meat in one form or another and sometimes it is just that, you get served. In certain places it appears that salad is reserved for rabbits.

Still a year ago or so I was a vegetarian. Well, slowly converting to carnivore but still I would not touch red meat. Now, it would be hard to believe.

Over ten years ago, when some people died their hair blue, others became socialists, some started smoking, few wanted to drop out of school I became a vegetarian. I am sure, that my well-informed mind of a 14 year old had excellent reasons for not eating meat, but frankly the time passed has erased those out of my memory. I was never much of an animal person so my reasoning was not in the line of those who protected animal rights and attacked fur farms. And it was not the taste of it either. I used to like meat. Who knows?

We took a photo of me eating a kebab. My first one ever. Rightly in Istanbul. And a sausage in Sofia. And beef in Kosovo. And lamb in Serbia. And loving it all.

My friends laughed. “Catching up for the lost decade, you?”

So there I am now – a full-fledged carnivore.

Would you ever have believed that?