Raw

This entry may sound disgusting, but it's the truth. I like to eat meat. It's true. I am an animal and lots of animals eat meat. Like a lot of my fellow animals, I like my meat rare-the bloodier the better. In fact, I would love to try steak tartar, if I could find a reputable chef who could make it. At any rate, I bought some beef flank steak that I was going to prepare for lunch. A simple meal-I cut up the beef into bite size pieces, pour on some garlic powder and diced onion, I add a little soy sauce, then I fry it up and serve over rice. I was cutting the meat and it looked so good. I mean ready to eat good. It almost seemed as if I could eat it right like that! I'm not pregnant and I'm fairly certain I'm not possessed by the devil, but I wanted to eat a piece of that meat right then and there. I didn't and right now it's cooking on the stove top. I wonder if it's because I'm sick. Weird.