Reaching my limit
I once thought I could eat steak, no matter how “done” it is.
I was wrong. We had steak a few days ago, and Plagioclase’s mother (as is her wont) had hers burned, and then only ate half. Since she’s been feeling ill lately and not wanting to eat anything, let alone meat, I decided to have her leftover steak for lunch.
Oh, crap! It was so awful. There was not enough salt in the house to make it palatable — the crust! it was burnt and bitter. And she likes it that way. I had to eat a popsicle to clear my palate.
So now I know, don’t eat her leftover steak, even if wasting food is a sin. It was a sin to cook it that way, as far as I’m concerned. Bleck.
