I’ve been almost vegetarian for about 7 years now. At times I eat fish, but no red or white meat. So last night my parents-in-law made a pasta dish for myself and my meat-eating husband. They made separate dishes, as normal, one for me, one for him. I ate most of mine, and all the time I’m thinking “this tastes a bit fibrous, maybe there is tuna in it”. It’s difficult to tell, though, with the sauce and everything, and it was really quite nice. Once I finished I phoned my mother-in-law like the dutiful girl I am, to thank her. She wanted to check that we’d each got the right version of the dish. And, yes, I know, you have the punchline … I ate the wrong pasta. I’d eaten (and enjoyed, no question about that) pasta with tomato sauce and a substantial portion of lean beef mince.
So I spent the evening trying to decide if I felt sick or not. My husband thinks it’s hysterical; we’ve made a pact not to tell his parents because they will blame themselves somehow; and my best friend says I’m now going to veggie hell.
I gave up meat for ethical reasons (and yes, I know that’s inconsistent with eating fish - these are my boundaries and I can live with them) not health, so there’s no problem there. I feel kind of guilty though. I’m still not interested in meat as a conscious thing, but I do feel a bit weird about this. I know there’s a lot of veggie Dopers (hey, I lurk you know, I’m just too chicken to post much). Has this sort of thing happened to anyone else? What happened?