The nurse looks at me, questioning.
Be careful of the water, you know. I suppose you will be doing most of the cooking at home. Right?
Well, yes. Except when it comes to meat.
I don’ t even cook meat at our house here in Canada. I definitely won’t want to be cooking it in Egypt.
Are you a vegetarian? (eyeing me suspiciously now as she also glances at Jade)
Yes, but Jade isn’t.
Then what happens here in Canada?
Well, Chris cooks it, of course 🙂
I wasn’t always vegetarian; having grown up on hamburger helper and then tuna helper, when it was invented. How could one be meatless living in the cold prairies; the land of the casserole?
But then one night, this happened. The perfect eating formula for becoming vegetarian.
eating in the dark + ravenous hunger + steak + not cooked = soon to be very sick and scared of meat
This led to a multiple day stay at a MASH field hospital; a finely run establishment set up by the Italian medical soldiers in Beira, Mozambique. Finely run if you understand Italian and you are male.
Me, being neither, had other opinions.
Only a mere year later (after being wrongly diagnosed with a serious disease and having fought off the Italians who had wanted to remove my appendix) I learned that my steak was the guilty culprit. Free to go, free to travel now, I celebrated with hitting the road again and this time avoiding…
So when it comes to Miss Nurse’s concerns about Jade’s meat eating in Egypt, I did some research only to discover that almost everything can be delivered in Egypt.
So cooked meat for Jade will be on speed dial, I guess. Whew! Survived that motherly guilt once more.
Happy eating, whatever you eat, from Cheryl and The Family C; travelling from A to Z.
What is the worst meal you ever ate?