For six years in my early 20s, I was a vegetarian. One day, Kris and I decided to head into DC and eat at Founding Farmers. There, I ordered a spicy cocktail decorated with a cinnamon-coated piece of bacon. Or as they call it, a “bacon lolli.” That was the day I became a non-vegetarian.
Today, I limit my meat intake because honestly, I’m not that big of a fan (except bacon), but I love trying new things. So, when the chef at a local restaurant offered our table cow tongue tacos and for free, you bet I said yes.
My dad looked at me before I took my first bite and said, “And to think… you were a vegetarian not long ago…”
The verdict: It was okay. It was spiced well, but the consistency was a bit creamy. I probably won’t eat cow tongue again.
I didn’t get a picture of the taco or me eating it, but here’s a picture of me a few days post-taco (and still alive) — washing away the memory of creamy meat with Cabernet Franc.