It actually made me think back to my dinner from Friday night--I ordered the chicken livers from Triangle Char and Bar, in West Ashley. I gave up beef for Lent so I couldn't have a burger, and I've eaten their chicken livers before and liked them. Plus, it's filling and inexpensive, so why not?
My boyfriend, who hates liver, is always secretly appalled when I order that dish. We were also there with the neighbor, Aaron, who kept referring to my dinner as "organ meat." I guess that's the truth, but sometimes, you just don't want people talking about your food! So when I read this article in the Atlantic, it seemed the guy who wrote it was talking to me, and a lot of other people that I would never label as "gluttons." But in the author's eyes, you don't have to eat a lot to be a glutton--you just have to enjoy food a lot--particularly animal products. If you order a steak, for example, and salivate over pink flesh on your plate, you're a glutton....even if you don't eat to the point of indigestion.
My grandmother, a devout Catholic, would be A-OK after reading the article. She's eaten toast for breakfast for at least 50 years and does not mind. She eats the same things day in and day out--because she doesn't really care about food. It's not a real pleasure for her. And now that I think about it, I barely cared about food either, until I moved to Charleston! But does my newfound love for food make me a moral glutton? I'm not sure.