I tend to think people's food choices are their own business and would (almost) never initiate a discussion about what/why people eat or don’t eat. It’s none of my damn business, be it for religious, health, ethical, environmental or any other reason, and it’s not their job to educate me. Even with best of intentions, I think it without fail puts people on the defensive, or at least draws attention to something they may rather prefer not be a point of discussion. And if they really do want to hunker down and discuss it, then I’m sure I certainly do not. And I say this as the (for now) non-meat eating mother of a long-time vegan. Those close to me have figured it out by now, but I don’t think I’ve mentioned to most of my friends or extended family, who I regularly see and dine with, that I haven’t eaten meat for years, as I’m not comfortable making those sorts of proclamations, and am much more comfortable just saying “nah, I don’t feel like a steak now –thanks”). I might have a couple of exceptions to my own standards, one being if I were hosting someone at my home, I might ask if there are any dietary restrictions I should know about, but even though I’m a very gracious host, I more than likely wouldn’t ask, as I’d either know/have figured it out already, or would likely be serving something among my offerings that they could eat, and I believe that it’s their job, not mine, to manage their food issues/choices, without any hoopla. That’s what I’ve taught my kids to do, and that’s what I’d expect others to do (the one real exception being that when my kids were really little, I would not feed a kid, in or out of my home, without having inquired, of a responsible adult, about food allergies). My kids always knew that they had to go into a restaurant (in any country in the world) and find something on the menu without their being any fuss or discussion about what they do or don’t eat. And if they had a question or special request, they could quietly and politely ask the staff, but that it wasn’t something to discuss with the table, because their food quirks are their own personal thing. Not that there’s anything wrong with special requests that can be accommodated, it’s just that I felt that they needed to learn how to be out in the world and be flexible in any situation, and I really believe that it was/is my job to teach them that. I know so many adults who can’t navigate these issues and it makes me crazy – like they feel they can hold a whole group hostage because they can only eat chicken paillard or can’t abide ... quail on the menu (or whatever “fill in the blank” thing they love or can’t stand). And if I were picking a restaurant and didn’t know about the food issues of my companions, I’d check and make sure that accommodation could easily be made at the restaurant, but might just ask my companions if they’d prefer this restaurant or that. As an aside, just this past Saturday night, a group of 8 family members, including my vegan daughter, went to a local steakhouse in Hampton Bays. The chef made my daughter an incredible grilled vegetable platter. It was colorful, abundant, beautiful and delicious (we all thought it was the winning dish of the evening), and the chef was so excited that he very sweetly came bounding out of the kitchen asking (in a little louder voice than my daughter would have preferred…) “where’s my vegan?” - I guess he doesn’t really get many of them in a steakhouse.
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