Monday, September 1, 2008
Overdone
I'm not a big fan of meat, but you know how it is when you're out for a run and the blood is pumping. You smell every damn steak out there. When my heart is humming along I bet I can tell you exactly how well done each steak is on the fly by. Last night the medium rare rib eye on 3rd Avenue stopped me in my tracks. Time to pull it off, buddy, I thought. But no, the bbq kept smoking, no one in sight. I moved on, knowing how it would end. Tough.
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Great little piece. So much description and accuracy in this, and since I don't tend to think of you as a super-carnivore, I thought this was originally your partner in crime writing it. Oops. That'll teach me to make assumptions.
Thanks, Paula Jane! Ha! I'm not a super-carnivore, that's for sure. I am, however, a super-sweetivore.
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