By Alan Miles
In my childhood household, vegetable prep began by finding the can opener. But when I went to college, I dated a number of women who were really good cooks. Under their culinary influence, I developed a whole new way of looking at food — its taste, nutrition and politics.
I eventually married the best cook I had ever dated (coincidentally, of course) — a vegetarian all her adult life. I became mostly vegetarian, eating her cooking and never putting meat in the limited fare I prepared (mostly pizza, stir fries and salads). But I ate meat without hesitation when it was offered and would even order it when we were out.