It's all my father's fault.
I've spoken before about being an reluctant participant on my parents road trips.
Until the summer we visited San Francisco. I don't recall a whit about the cable cars or China Town. But daddy wanted to check out a novel burger establishment he'd heard about called 'Hippos.'
... and my love affair with the burger was born. I couldn't understand why my folks wouldn't up and relocate to San Francisco so we might eat there every week.
So far as I can tell, I'm not evolving ...
but shortly afterwards momma began to predict, "You're going to turn into a hamburger one of these days."
It's a given. I enjoy my food more than most. In particular, red meat.
Let the nutritionists say what they will, Real Life's too dang difficult -- and short, to boot! -- to live in accordance with the Gospel According to the Surgeon General.
Owing to the rising prices of beef, we're consuming more chicken and pork ... and I'm trying to limit my purchase of ground chuck to a 3-1/2 lb. package each week.
It's what's for lunch ... almost every weekday now for the last few decades.
Forget the lettuce, tomatoes., the cheese. Forget the onion (sniff). Forget the bun.
I've taken to serving loose meat in these sweet little mason jars - with a squirt of Ken's Greek salad dressing.
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| Other favs include a Tabasco/cheddar strata, cottage cheese swirl, Marie's blue cheese dressing and of course, my ever-present jar of Hellman's. |
Sure, I've tried mixing up the content of my lunch box. Invariably, however, I'll unwrap my Adkins pizza and feel a pang for the loose meat left behind. Only last night - not an hour after the conclusion of a satisfying stir-fry - DH caught me with a little bowl of dessert: Loose meat and spicy mustard.
I dunno, do you think an intervention is in order?
Is there any food, or food group, you could see yourself enjoying every day?
Ah, thank you for indulging this silly post.
Given that our vacation plans have pretty well gone up in smoke (new, unplanned air conditioning unit and exterior paint mandate) I'm trying really, really hard to remain optimistic.
There's no red wine in the house ... but maybe, a helping of loose meat might do the trick?
Hugs from Phoenix,
Myra
