My sister is a recently turned vegetarian. As her meat-eater engineer older brother, it's my insolent duty to explain to her that carbon chains like protein are

My sister is a recently turned vegetarian. As her meat-eater engineer older brother, it's my insolent duty to explain to her that carbon chains like protein are all the same, come it from a bean or a cow. Chickens are no more than organic machines that turn molecules around so they taste rich, especially when deep fried and extra crusty. Needless to say, that won't do anything to change her mind -- not that she has to, it's just me being a pain in the butt gaucho. She is a vegetarian for a myriad of subjective reasons that I could never even start to debase or crack. I've never heard of chemophobia (and the Chrome spell-checker hasn't either), but I think that turning a desperate quest by a mother into a bunch of molecules and atoms is an oversimplification of a complex, subjective choice made by complex, subjective minds.