I never had a problem with eating meat - I like the taste. In fact I love it. Threw a major angry when I found out some supermarkets were selling halal killed meat without labels here in the UK, partly because I object to having someone else's religious mumbo-jumbo foisted on me against my will (I'd have been equally angry if the culprits had been Christians reciting prayers over my sunday roast) but mainly because of the cruelty. I live down the road from an abattoir and a lot of local people work there, not to mention almost all of us buy our meat from the shop attached to it. We can see and hear what goes on without much effort, and my food doesn't suffer. But I do get the shivers over this artifical protein business - just reminds me too much of a Sapphire and Steel story where time travellers from the future, a bunch of self-righteous veggies, turn out to have vat-grown composite lifeforms powering their time machine. I am like everyone else, I don't care what people do or don't eat as long as they don't preach to me (okay, perhaps I draw the line at hunting people for me before the apocalypse or the plane crash); so I admit I have been giggling a bit, sick as that might be, over the recent e-coli outbreak in salads. My veggie friend who told me meat was poisonous and you couldn't get food poisoning from vegetables, where are you now? Sooo quiet.