[DISCLAIMER: This post does not aim to throw shade to vegans, vegetarians, pescatarians, etc. This post is written to share the author’s POV on how food has grown to be a part of his life. The author fully respects any form of political, spiritual, up to the gustatory standpoints. Peace and love.]
I can’t be a vegetarian – I always told myself that. I probably never will be. Not even a pescatarian or any of the sorts. I like to eat. I am on a see-food diet where I see food and eat it (badum tsss). This is basically how I was raised by my parents back in my hometown: to be grateful of the food I see on the table because we’re not rich.
So, yeah, I grew up as a fat kid. My cheeks were jiggly as gelatin and my belly flapped in every step I took. My father has always been very keen on providing meals for us regardless of how gallant or humble the food is. All I’ve known was that I had to be thankful that I don’t get to sleep each night with an empty stomach.
Living away from my parents, I have continued to possess that kind of attitude. Sometimes, even, in restaurants I tend to finish the food or pack them up for takeout and not let anything go to waste.
There are these food markets/bazaars popping around the city lately making them the newest hive for always-hungry-hippies like me and over-worked-zombified yuppies. But there’s only one particular place I like going to – Sugbo Mercado, the first and largest weekend food market in Cebu.
In the food market kind of setting, I get to fervently exercise my see-food diet since I just walk around and look for visually titillating dishes. That said, I cannot help but rejoice over the wide array of food choices just waiting to be transacted over the counter. Also, a busy and buzzy market would make a great backdrop for a spontaneous fun shoot with friends.
This is still no exception; each order always gets a squeaky finish and it’s not because of the gratitude thing [although, it partly is]. It’s because whichever stall I end up marching in always has something different to offer from the others without compromising the impression of newfound gustatory pleasure.
I can’t be a vegetarian not because I hate vegetables – I do love them. I can’t be a vegetarian not because I don’t feel bad for maltreated animals in slaughterhouses. I just can’t be a vegetarian because life is full of gastronomic wonders.