Meatless
on becoming a pseudo-vegetarian.
My Grandpa was a rancher, and a hunter. Mom, Eloise, always had access to fresh beef, from her sisters, and she went hunting for elk and moose every year. Our freezer brimmed with white packages that were labeled with things like “CHUCK,” “T” and “SIRLOIN.” After I left home, I was glad to not live exclusively off of steak anymore, and it was awhile before I craved one again. In 1992, I heard an argument against beef rais...
