A Simple Relationship With Meat

I keep my feelings about meat pretty straightforward. I eat it. I enjoy it. I also try not to overthink it, because life already throws enough decisions at me without adding philosophical debates over dinner.

Meat ends up on my plate mostly because it’s familiar and easy to work with. Chicken, mince, sausages—quick meals that don’t start arguments in the kitchen. When the day’s already chaotic, convenience wins.

I’m not out here trying every exotic cut under the sun, and I’m not hunting my own dinner. I just cook what I know, add some veg, and call it a victory.

No drama. No guilt trips. Just food that helps me get through the day in one piece.