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LOLOL. The one time ever that I decide "Well, I probably shouldn't keep knocking that fakeish-bacon-from-a-bag until I try it," and grab half a piece out to eat, my dad decides to come in and be all "So, you're not a vegetarian anymore, then." Erm, here's where your logic is flawed. I'm not an "OMG, love the animals" kind of vegetarian, though I dislike any creature being tortured. I'm veggie because it's more socially responsible (as it saves so much energy) and because it's simply better for you. So if I decide that I want to see if this stuff actually tastes like normal bacon, I damn well can without automatically forfeiting any claim I have to eating vegetarian food also. I suppose that might make me more of a flexitarian or whatnot, but I figure that since it's so, so rare that I eat meat at all (I think the last time was when we cooked the ham a different way last Thanksgiving and I wanted to see what the difference in taste was) and that when I do, it's virtually always in a "just tasting" kind of fashion, that the latter term doesn't really fit.

I just know he's going to use this as an excuse to never buy anything vegetarian for me again. I'm just pissed because he couldn't have come up the hours before when I wasn't digging in the fridge? Or even two seconds later, so I would have had time to hide it (as I knew he'd act like that)? I just hate him thinking that I'm some kind of hypocrite. (I suppose it probably wouldn't matter to me as much if some part of me didn't think I was sort of a hypocrite too, but still.)

Edit: Guess what, dad? Yeah. I ate one. I don't even know if I would actually have until you made a big deal out of it. In fact, wait, wait, I ate two. Take that.

Blech. They taste just like fakeish bacon bits.