On our visit to India last summer, word got around that Mia likes fish and Anna prefers chicken and goat curry. And, every home they visited, aunts, uncles, grandmas, great grandmas..... they were lovingly served with their favorites. In a few days though Mia and Anna were ready to become true vegans.
An aunt might have been the reason.
She had prepared several courses of fish for Mia, and even saved for her the prized fish head - a bit on the gigantic side. As Mia sat at the table and looked at the gaping head swimming in gravy with eyes in a glazed stare, she had a hard time keeping her snacks in. And then Aunt N sat next to Mia and gave her a hug. She said that the curry was delicious as the fish was taking in great gulps of air in the basket when uncle had it all chopped up. The blood was clean and red. Tear drops rolled down the face of my 9 year old who was and still is in love with the little mermaid and her flounder friend.
The same story was repeated at my uncle's home, this time with the goat and Anna. Apparently the goat was a baby, all soft and tender (perhaps trotting daintily on green pastures - why they skip this part I will never know) and Anna did not touch any kind of meat in India for the rest of her stay.
An aunt might have been the reason.
She had prepared several courses of fish for Mia, and even saved for her the prized fish head - a bit on the gigantic side. As Mia sat at the table and looked at the gaping head swimming in gravy with eyes in a glazed stare, she had a hard time keeping her snacks in. And then Aunt N sat next to Mia and gave her a hug. She said that the curry was delicious as the fish was taking in great gulps of air in the basket when uncle had it all chopped up. The blood was clean and red. Tear drops rolled down the face of my 9 year old who was and still is in love with the little mermaid and her flounder friend.
The same story was repeated at my uncle's home, this time with the goat and Anna. Apparently the goat was a baby, all soft and tender (perhaps trotting daintily on green pastures - why they skip this part I will never know) and Anna did not touch any kind of meat in India for the rest of her stay.
