Supposedly, the origin of our word “breakfast” (meaning our morning meal) comes from the concept of fasting, in which one goes without food. We go without food for an extended period of time during the course of the night, and so in the morning, we then “break the fast.” Hence, “breakfast.”
One of the awful things about being vegetarian or even semi-vegetarian is the moment when you discover you’ve accidentally consumed meat or something that contains meat. The unfortunate reality is that most of us aren’t going to spend all our time looking at every ingredient that ever existed in the food that we eat, so we can’t always be completely safe from consuming products that come from the slaughter of an animal.
This happened to me two days ago when I ate some dressing that came from the church homecoming, only to discover that it had chicken in it. I only found the chicken because I tasted something funny and then virtually dissected the bit of dressing in the plate.
I was furious.
So, in order to punish myself and redeem myself from this evil atrocity that I committed, I went right on and fasted for 24 hours. 11:30 PM on Monday to 11:35 PM on Tuesday.
Naturally, I awoke on Tuesday with a voracious hunger and a growling stomach.
But I made it, all 24 hours, and I was proud of myself; I don’t fast often, only once before this, but wow, it was pretty amazing to see how I reacted to the fast.
Now I have a headache, and so I’m going to stop writing.
Get your nosh on…or don’t, if you’re fasting!
Beaux
