A Conversation with Marty Mendenhall, Ph.D., LPC, VEG. Part II
During a break at school I leapt from my seat and headed out the door for some dinner. Driving up the road and glancing in the rear-view-mirror now and again. There was my professor on a Harley motorcycle just behind me, his long blonde hair whipping in the wind. I pulled into a parking lot and he followed. Park my car, grab my wallet, and it turns out that this long-haired Harley riding professor is going to the same restaurant I am. Stepping off his bike, it’s obvious he’s well over six feet tall and built like an NFL linebacker. Taking a better look at his bike, yeah, it’s a Harley and, yeah, he has a yoga mat tied to the back of it with a red bandana.
“I haven’t been here in like six years. What do you get?” I asked.
“Can’t go wrong with a Cafe Rio salad,” he replied as he ordered. “No meat please.” Hmmm this guy who looks like he can lift his Harley above his head is ordering a salad for dinner, hold the carne.
“Yeah I’ll have the same as him.”
Turns out my professor, Marty Mendenhall, Ph.D., LPC, is a longtime vegetarian. Not only that but Marty Read more »
A Conversation with Marty Mendenhall, Ph.D., LPC, VEG. Part I
During a break at school I leapt from my seat and headed out the door for some dinner. Driving up the road and glancing in the rear-view-mirror now and again. There was my professor on a Harley motorcycle just behind me, his long blonde hair whipping in the wind. I pulled into a parking lot and he followed. Park my car, grab my wallet, and it turns out that this long-haired Harley riding professor is going to the same restaurant as I am. Stepping off his bike, it’s obvious he’s well over six feet tall and built like an NFL linebacker. Taking a better look at his bike, yeah, it’s a Harley and, yeah, he has a yoga mat tied to the back of it with a red bandana.
“I haven’t been here in like six years. What do you get?” I asked.
“Can’t go wrong with a Cafe Rio salad,” he replied as he ordered. “No meat please.” Hmmm this guy who looks like he can lift his Harley above his head is ordering a salad for dinner, hold the carne.
“Yeah I’ll have the same as him.”
Turns out my professor, Marty Mendenhall, Ph.D., LPC, is a longtime vegetarian. Not only that but Marty completed his doctoral program at Saybrook Graduate School and Research Center in San Francisco specializing in spirituality and consciousness. He also completed a two-year post-graduate certificate program in Socially Engaged Spirituality at Saybrook. Read more »
“The First-Timers Cookbook”
As a child my wife dreamed of becoming a chef, like the ones she saw on TV nonchalantly tossing ingredients into a bowl and then pulling out a magnificent final product.
Unfortunately, cooking is not that easy—I wish it were. Now when my wife reads a recipe she confidently tosses the unmeasured ingredients listed on the page into a bowl as if she were one of the chefs she watched on TV as a child. The result? I’d rather not say since she occasionally reads this thing.
“Miracle Salsa?!” “Git a rope.”
Peach Mango Mircacle Salsa
Remember those old TV commercials that illustrated some cowboys on the range settlin’ down for the night? Getting’ their grub, one of those cowboys grabs some salsa to put into the chili. The other dude looks up and grabs the salsa whilst wigglin’ his handle-bar mustache. He squints his eyes, focusing on the label. His eyes shoot open. “This salsa was made in New York City.” The others can’t believe it. “New York City?!” That poor misguided city slicker who brought that New York City made salsa is mighty affeared and sweatin’ Read more »
“Is there meat in this?” Vegetarians at a company potluck and the games we play.
A company potluck is like the tunnel in “Goonies,” full of booby-traps. I should know since I am an accidental connoisseur of company potlucks; I have been employed at 34 jobs during the 28 years I have been on this planet and that has translated in my attending hundreds of potlucks, company parties, buffets, and smorgasbords. The one thing each potluck has in common? The organizer and contributor’s have no idea that vegetarians exist.
Don’t get me wrong, like any decent vegetarian I don’t expect special treatment at these events. I am satisfied if there is a vegetable tray present, because vegetarians know that a vegetable tray is money at a potluck; a vegetable tray is like meat-eater repellent, “can’t waste valuable stomach space on something that didn’t have a beating heart.”
HOW TO TURN PEOPLE INTO VEGETARIANS
Ok … so the headline may be a little misleading. I should have titled this article “how not to be an irritating vegetarian,” but then you wouldn’t have started reading it. Now that you are here and are finishing up the first paragraph you might as well keep reading.
When I first became vegetarian, over ten years ago, I was fascinated with all of the scare facts and statistics offered by PETA and other in-your-face organizations. I was so enthralled by these facts that I wanted to share them with everyone and I thought if I simply shared this information with people they would not only change their lifestyle, but they would probably be so pleased that I graced them with the knowledge I would undoubtedly be named in their will.
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