My religious customs and beliefs do not require me to give up meat, even temporarily. I feel that my God is good that way, because I am quite the carnivore. I verified this fact about myself during my first attempt at college, when peer pressure encouraged me to try switching to a vegetarian diet. I stuck it out for about a month, but the call of the hog was too much to bear. I don’t want to live forever if the possibility of bacon is forever off the table.
Still, I often forego meat on Fridays during Lent. I hope my husband and co-workers think I do this out of consideration. I doubt they are fooled, though. They know that deep down, all right, fine, not so deep down at all, I would think that parading a BBQ pork sandwich through a room of denied meat lovers is just the biggest fun ever.
So no, not consideration at all. It is just my love for pepper and egg sandwiches, which are found everywhere in Chicago during Lent. Is it a little weird that we went to Mr. Beef for our pepper and egg sandwiches today though?