It seemed an ethical, moral and karmic nobrainer once the cartesian calculations were done.
And I lasted.. month after month after month (ie three months) until today when I became a faceeater once more.
It wasn't a drunken kebab implosion. Or a Christmas Turkey break. It was the result of a reasoning process that went a little something like this:
I am going to the woods with a bunch of men to do manly things.
It's my responsibility to provide lunch.
I will get some hunted game as this has not suffered much, if at all, and would have a good and wild life, far from industrial meat.
Moreover, I will casserole it, thus dissolving any remnant negative karmic payload.
So here I am, a vegetarian for about 6 hours, and thats Ok with me.