Vegetarian...an old Indian word for "Very poor hunter"

My cousin Beth called at 9:30 tonight to ask if she could come over for a visit. I said sure--I'm not feeling especially well and planned to go to bed around 11:30 or Midnight, but she was welcome to come anyway if that was ok with her. She said she'd find some clothes and be on her way. Beth lives over in Boring, which is about an hour away if you drive straight here, and a good bit longer if you miss the I-84 West exit, which she accidentally did. The good thing about missing exits and wandering all over Portland is that a person quickly learns which mistakes not to make. She'll probably never miss that exit again (I've only missed it once myself). Anyway, so a little after 11 she showed up, and we were snacking on fabulous Tillamook cheese when she informed me she's not a vegetarian anymore. "Really!" I said. I was quite taken aback. She's been a vegetarian for years! The only one in the family,in fact, but she's been quite consistent in it for all this time, and then suddenly, it seemed, out of nowhere she was renouncing it. "What made you decide to stop?" I asked her. "Hmmm," she said, reflecting as she took a bite of cheese. "It was mostly chicken pot pie." I could hardly believe that was her real reason. Vegetarians are usually a bit more ideology-driven than that! Sure enough, when pressed, she admitted that clam chowder had also been a factor.