A few months ago, a new scientific paper discussing a link between mental stress and digestive trouble crossed my desk. I was immediately intrigued—partly because at the time I was stressed (it was during the holiday season, work was busy and my husband was traveling a lot on business), but also because at one time or another everyone feels taxed. This was information I knew you, our reader, could use!
Many vegetarians start out the way I did: as 14-year-old girls. Quite a few also end the way I did: with fried chicken. In my case, vegetarianism was a brief fling, weighed down by the earnest food of the post-commune early ’70s. When I tried to share sprouted-wheat-soy-lentil loaves and the like, my friends and family always felt there was something (flavor, meat) missing.