I couldn’t eat meat, and Good Friday always happened to fall on a Friday (funny how that works), which meant Pizza Friday, which meant no pepperoni, which meant WHY EVEN HAVE PIZZA.
No meat on Good Friday became a carryover family tradition from older generations in the family who were far more religious than my family.
Fast forward a few decades to a time when I no longer eat meat on any day of the year.
I laugh thinking of how I felt so put out that I couldn’t have pepperoni pizza or chicken tenders.
Not having meat with a meal was unthinkable then.
Want a salad? No bacon. WHY HAVE SALAD!
A burger? No way! WHAT IS THE POINT OF LIFE!
So I recall a lot of grilled cheese sandwiches and cheese pizza — two otherwise excellent options EXCEPT WHEN MEAT WAS NOT AN OPTION!
Today, I only consider meatless options — of which there are plenty to choose from — for meals.