Thanks A Lot, Jamie Oliver

I'm not a vegan. Nor do I want to be a vegan. I love ham, salami, bacon, chicken, steak, milk, eggs, dairy, and all the rest of it. Frankly, I love food and have resigned myself to a lifetime of exercise so that I might continue to enjoy it.

But Jamie Oliver, unless I can somehow forget the show that I'm watching right now, has made it so I might have to forget all that.

I seem to recall a lunchtime video broadcast in the cafeteria during lunch in high school about the travesty of the use of animals for food. I ignored it as I gnawed on what was probably the chicken fillet that I looked forward to from the lady in the hairnet. Edie I believe her name was. It was either that or the short can of chili con carne I'd get every once in a while from the vending machine. Yeah, my coaches loved me.

In short, all this moral mumbo jumbo decrying carnivores was not for my ears. And I'm not saying it is now. This is, however, the first time a message of this sort has gotten into my thick skull. Nevertheless, damn you Jamie Oliver!

I'm being told to pay more attention when I'm at the store. I can do that. Fake chicken? Hmmm. I can consider that. But I'm not giving up white chocolate Kit Kats. Lord have mercy they're the best thing, besides the girl, there is in Australia.