When we last left this blindsided Mom, I related that not only my teenage daughter but my tween son had plotted against me, vowing pescatarianism, anticipating that I would capitulate and become one too.  At that time, my eldest daughter, my beloved firstborn, was still at home, getting ready to become a college freshman, but thankfully still eating meat along with her Mom and our cockapoo.  By the way, I don’t include my husband in the meat-eating equation.  He does but watches his cholesterol and so hardly partakes of my red-meat dishes, even though I drain the fat, trim the fat, feed all gristle to the dog, etc.  Dad, however, has no willpower, and whenever there was something on the table that he could eat, like roast chicken, he would proceed to eat until it was a perfect chicken skeleton ready for display in the natural history museum then blame me for leaving the chicken out in the first place.  To correct this behavior, my husband now eats his main meal in his super-healthy office cafeteria and does what my children call “filter-feed’ when he comes home which means drinking a health shake or having a bowl of cereal for dinner.  With Dad out of the equation, the score was 2 – 2, meat-eaters vs. pescatarians, and if you count the dog we stood at 3 – 2 until my firstborn went off to college, leaving me to create menus for the reamaining pescatarians and realizing I was outnumbered because our dog gets his meat out of a can to be honest.  Why, I lamented was my meat-eater leaving?  My tween daughter looks older than her sister.  Maybe I could send her pescatarianess off to college in her stead and blissfully continue barbequing ribs, burgers, steaks and chicken.  And maybe, just maybe, my tween baby boy would remember how much he loved my cooking, capitulate, and return to omnivorism.  Alas, it was not to be.  I am the sole meat-eater of my household, along with my cockapoo:{