I didn’t even mention Meat-Free Mondays to my husband, the ubercarnivore. What was the point of talking about it? I thought I’d just make a little potato-chickpea curry and pretend I hadn’t noticed the lack of animal fat.

That was my plan.

So, with no forewarning of his impending vegetarian meal, what did my husband carry through the front door, like a cro-magnon hunter with his prize?

Kentucky Fried Chicken.