I grew up eating a lot of red meat in my family. As a Cubana, it was not unusual for all of our meals to consist of the basics: rice, beans, fried sweet plantains, and some kind of carn. Of course, sometimes there was pollo or lechon or pescado, but mostly bistec. As I grew up, however, I began to explore my options. I started eating salad and, slowly, decided to drop a lot of my meat consumption to become a flexitarian (a flexible vegetarian, meaning I only ate meat a few days a week). Eventually, though, I took it a step further and became a vegetarian. And that’s where the weirdness with my family began.