I had a coworker who had a daughter who, when she was nine, put two columns on a sheet of paper. One was labeled ‘Freinds’ and the other was ‘Not My Friends’.
When I mentioned this at post #31, that’s why I asked how strict a vegetarian she was. I didn’t get an answer, but I was thinking this would be a good this to hit her back with when she complained.
My ex-wife was a vegetarian the first time we stayed with my family for Xmas. My mother was so proud of herself for remembering to buy vegetarian mincemeat (no suet) for mince pies, and to this day we still mock her for standing in the kitchen proudly proclaiming how aware of modern trends such as vegetarianism she was while she spooned vegetarian mincemeat into a pie tin lined with pastry made with lard.
And the lemon spaghetti is a wonderful, quick, easy summer dish. I am as much a meat eater as a lion on the Serengeti, but I love the stuff.