Random Thoughts
This is post #497. (I like to celebrate the odd-numbered moments in life too.)
If you could see me as I’m writing this, you’d know that I’m dancing in total excitement and glee. Or sitting on the couch watching TV. One of those is quite a bit more likely than the other. I’ll leave it to your imagination to figure out which one is the truth and which is the fiction.
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So this last Saturday night, I went to The Salt Lick BBQ Restaurant. This was the second time in less than 10 days. (See last week’s post for details on the first trip.) Going to the Salt Lick this many times in so few days is akin to running two marathons within two weeks but with meat. So maybe that analogy needs a little work, but you get the idea.
The original plan was to eat very little. This went out the window at about the same time as the large plate of delicious meat was placed on the table before me. I was sooo full. Let me say again, sooo full. No dessert this week though. I had to save room for an incredibly delicious pistachio cake which the lovely girlfriend baked for her friend’s birthday party. Absolutely delicious!
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I’m kind of glad that I got my fill of meat over the weekend because I had a scheduled root canal on Monday of this week. You know that saying, “It’s about as much fun as a root canal.” That’s called sarcasm. It’s not much fun at all. Over the last day, I have been able to move from gumming mashed potatoes and cream of wheat to lightly chewing on soft pastas. Meat is probably somewhere on the distant horizon.
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Which reminds me… I heard someone say this last week that they refused to eat meat from any sort of mammal but had no problem eating chicken or fish. My questions about this: Doesn’t that seem sort of like picking on the chicken and fish? What did they ever do to get picked on like that? Is this some sort of cow-implemented conspiracy against flightless birds and non-mammalian aquatic life?
