Is the inclination to avoid meat on the part of many women a product of gender messaging? Is the move toward smaller portions of meat an inherently ‘feminine’ approach?
When I was little–7, 8 years old–I used to be able to put away a steak with a gusto that my father remains proud of to this day. He happily recounts a meal we had in snow-covered central Wisconsin: A table full of my WASPy relatives watched, awestruck, as a tiny girl quietly devoured a massive steak with minimal ceremony. For as long as I can remember, one of my most beloved father-daughter traditions has been steak frites night–just the two of us, eating towering plates of grilled red meat and fried potatoes.