After 13 years of being a vegetarian, I recently crossed back over to the dark side.  However, my reasons for being a vegetarian had nothing to do with the idea of human consumption of meat.  As a faux-hippie, semi-political teen in Los Angeles, I took on the label of Vegetarian

I just got back from Alaska, which to me, a liberal, vegan, and judgmental Californian, appeared to be a backwards, behind-the-times, redneck state with stunningly gorgeous views and impressive wilderness. Against this lush, green backdrop, the food situation was unforgivable.  Health food stores were few and far-between and restaurants were