^yea that

Oooh, yes. That as well.

The smell of it cooking.

Them putting thier meat in your fridge

the smell is terrible

It's not about being an omnivore, it's about having respect. If you live with nice folks, things go a lot better.

MEAT GREASE

the smell of chicken being fried (and the discusting hot-sauce)

the smell of fish being fried (the WORST)



..those are the worst at least. My family is pretty cool about my, though. They don't purposely cook disgusting hot sauce just to gross me out or anything.

This thread makes me glad i live by myself

Both ways.. When I get around to going fully vegetarian (maybe vegan one day, I seem to be agreeing with the vegans that I've talked/argued with, but they can seem a bit arrogant) I hope that I will still respect peoples choices in diet & that they will respect mine. Even if they don't though, I will still try my best to respect them as they are humans & I don't think that I should treat someone badly just because they do something bad, in my opinion that would make me bad also.... blah

finding they didn't clean the oven after they used it

the smell

the way the cat fawns up to him and not to me at meal times

I wouldn't mind having cooked meat in the house, but not raw! It's just not hygienic.

So true. This has to be the worst thing.. the smell of meat cooking, particularly chicken. It's just revolting and I if I comment on it I will invariably get a response about how *good* it actually smells. Yeah.. it smells so good it's orgasmic



In addition to that, I'd say like most people, opening the fridge/freezer to see a big piece of raw meat, or some processed deli stuff.

I am sooooo lucky that my boyfriend doesn't cook or go grocery shopping so I don't have to deal with smelling the meat in our house.

I don't mind sharing, but I get so upset when I find that my parents have eaten my vegan cookies or any other of my vegetarian foods. They know I choose not to eat their stuff and it's expensive to buy my groceries, so why do they have to eat my food? At least tell me if you ate it all.

Solution? Live alone.



Only meateaters in my place are my cats.



**They eat their food plus try to eat everything I eat. I mean everything. They fight over green olives.

In general, my meat-eating husband is courteous. He stopped bringing beef into the house, as well as most chicken. I now have to deal mostly with fish, eggs and dairy.



My gripes:



1. Potential contamination! He has his own separate drawer in the fridge and his own separate freezer space for any non-vegan products. But we share pans (NOT cutting boards) and dishes. Also, sometimes he leaves an "eggy" bowl in the sink (after making scrambled eggs) or remnants of cooked egg behind in the sink drainer. It annoys and disgusts me.



2. Cooking a veggie meal--spending lots of time and energy--taking it to my family's home, then watching each of them eat a teeny tiny portion (just a bite) before filling up on whatever meaty/cheesy thing my mother prepared.



3. The smell. It's just gross.



4. The suspicious "Is this vegan?" look whenever I serve food. DH doesn't do it, but I've had (close friend) guests over for meals. We usually have cow milk and cow butter because that's what DH eats. My guests tend to not get freaky about entrees... but if we have butter or milk or whatever (like at breakfast), they always ask, "Is this *real* butter? Is this *real* milk?" (The last time this happened I threw up my hands in exasperation and said, "Yes, it's *real* cow-tit juice, dammit. I promise not to serve you anything weird or strange. Now eat your f**** pancakes.")

Ah, the smell. Don't I WISH I didn't like it. Because I do. I like the smell and the taste of meat...I eat a lot of fake meats.

Fried chicken is something I don't much like the smell of, though.

The smell of frying steak - possibly the worst meat smell ever.

Meat grease in the grill that they never clean after them, so I can't use it.

Chicken carcass left on the counter.

Chopping board used for chicken left by the sink for days before they clean it.



Bleurgh!

1) Finding blood has dripped onto your veggies/fruits and being told to "rinse it off"

2)The "it just has a little bit of bacon/anchovy/chicken/crud in it, so you should try some!" excuse (but I guess that's really not limited to living with meat-eaters).

3) As everyone else said, the yucky smell!

for the most part, i don't really mind the smell.. unless it's something strong and obvious, like steak in the broiler or a ham or other slow-cooking carcasses, i find that the smell of garlic/onion/whatever spices are used is stronger than the meat smell.



my two biggest pet peeves are poorly-washed dishes that clearly still have food on them and raw meat in the fridge or on the counter.. my mother is nice about it though, and cleans up after any gross germ-ridden meat mess on the counter or in the fridge. i could just buy/use my own pots, pans, and utensils, but i'm spoiled and love the all-clad that my mom has.. lol.. i don't like to settle for cheap things.



i don't mind sharing my food with the fam, even though i pay for it myself and it's not cheap, because i like to think they'll cut back on the meat if they see how good veg food is, and i always make more food than i can eat by myself and would rather not see it go to waste. even my stubborn omni dad, who won't eat anything that says low-fat and likes meat with practically every meal (yet still weighs only 130 lbs somehow?? i sure hope i got those genes..) loves my vegan cookies and walnut-oat scones. and my parents pay for so much of my life (car insurance, college, computer, some of my clothes and other completely unnecessary things) that paying for my own food and sharing with them is the least i can do.

i guess i'm lucky in that i live with meat eaters who are understanding/supportive of the fact that i'm vegan. my only gripe is really the various smells and whatever, but it's really not that overpowering (except for sometimes upon opening the fridge). i didn't really have any problems with the last place i lived, either. the punk house, though, was pretty bad sometimes, coming across big trays of chicken grease that they were saving for cooking chicken later, or saying that since the english muffin i just ate had milk in it (which i didn't know as i cooked it), i wasn't vegan, and i may as well just have some of the bacon they were making eh, all their comments were in good fun, though - we all gave each other crap about everything. we kid because we love

my bf is pretty supportive. i mean he doesn't agree with my choice but he understands that it was MY choice and therefore supports me in it. he's as happy as i am when we find a new vegan alternative, menu item, etc. and on rare days that we get to cook and eat dinner together is more than willing to share my vegan meal with me. he'll sometimes add meat to his, but not usually.



however.......



i hate the fridge and freezer being full of meat products. it's so not nice to see his pork chops rubbing up against my veggie dogs. he gets irritated when we're grocery shopping and i won't pick up his package of meat when we're unloading the cart at the cash register. i'm fine with boxed or shrinkwrapped stuff, it's the stuff from the deli or raw meat that's just wrapped in plastic on those styrofoam trays, you can clearly see the blood trapped uner the tray by the plastic and i'm always picturing the butcher handling the meat, then the packaging without changing gloves etc, you just know the outside of the package is as gross as the inside. no thanks. yeah he doesn't get that.

and yeah the meat-smell in the microwave bugs me too. and when he heats up chicken soup. the smell of chicken soup makes me sick to my stomach, i don't know why. other meat smells i can handle, he can cook raw chicken in front of me, fine, but chicken soup, oh no. i hibernate in the computer room when he eats that stuff. i don't know why it's so damn smelly but there ya go.



and his milk cartons take up so much room on the top shelf in the fridge