I was at a friend’s house and whatever the mom was cooking smelled so delicious wafting up from the kitchen. It was Jamaican jerk chicken. Suddenly, I was craving it. I didn’t hesitate. I dove in and surprisingly, really liked it. From that point on, I ate chicken with my friends all the time, but I never told my mom. After all my protesting, it didn’t seem right to let her in on my newfound love of poultry. One day, maybe a year later, friends and I were ordering pizza at my house. My mother said, “We have to get something vegetarian for Anna.’’ My girlfriends cracked up. “Anna’s not a vegetarian anymore,’’ someone announced.