Sheesh, Perique! I had no idea that my delicate little feelings should be hurt. Stew is manly, it's thick, it has meat in it, it requires teeth or it's some health nut's poser dish trying to pretend to be something it has no chance of ever entering into the glory of. My comment was a feeble attempt to mock the very persons that you are apparently accusing me of being. Give me a (stew) that consists of a chilled puree of seasonal vegetables in a two ounce dish, tastefully decorated with a smear of beet concentrate, decorated with three sprigs of chive, two of endive and a dollop of creme fraiche and I'll be inclined to throw it back at you.
Until recently my wife and I made huge pots of thick, yummy stew with lots of every kind of meat you can imagine. WE loved the stuff. We still do. I don't resent that you can still eat it, I just wish that I could. Where is the sour note? I wasn't looking for a fight. It didn't even occur to me that there were grounds for a fight. Simply sharing my heartfelt appreciation for stew in all it's glorious manifestations. OK, I can't eat it any more, that's too bad but hardly your fault and I certainly don's begrudge your eating, talking about or even creating works of art in homage to your favorite stews.
You are right in that I look for no apology and certainly don't expect a Kum-by-Yah monent with you. I certainly hope that I haven't inadvertently stumbled onto one of those overly sensitive little guys who are get all politically correct on others. You are't like that, are you?
Meanwhile, latch onto some of your wife's stew, relish it and don't mind me sitting in the corner sipping my pured cream of garlic scape soup. Some meat would be nice. Even a hot dog. But I'm used to the adjustments I've had to make. No resentment here, one does what one must to stay alive, but I do enjoy hearing about what others are able to eat and live out my fantasies through them.
My opinion, someone got the wrong end of the stick. Make sure you wash your hands well before diving into that pot of stew.