Meat

I've gotta tell you, Blog. So far, so good. Of course, and as always, tread carefully, as there are always the anti-blogs.

No no no I'm sorry, I didn't mean she was prettier than you. Oh Bloggy Blog. Sigh. You are so sensitive. It is nice to know that you care, though. There's a reason to wake up in the morning.

I made dinner tonight which was steak.  Oh by the by, there are about seven hundred and thirty two "cuts of steak" which are as equally as interesting as swiping off the same number  of deodorant stripes on your new black tank top.   So I cook it and I eat it and I serve it, and the whole time in my head I am all animals as food and this is kinda gross.  Like when you get the meat from the grocery store "On Sale". Okay.

So I say as we have all said... I wish I could just buy organic or kosher or vegan or gluten-free or maybe just stare at one super awesome bean.  Because for some reason, the beans.  The beans can substitute for anything.  Oh I'm sorry? Were you trying to make chili?  Here are the beans.  Did you need a new roof for your house?  Enter sticky beans.  You get what I'm saying.

Anyway, we all want to "be nice" and "eat well" and "think responsibly", BUT the sad fact of the matter is -- well, I won't say it,  because you know.

You have seen the chickens in the pens and the eggs in the dens and the tears of PETA DRAMA, and of course it is so awful.

So I can tell  you in all honesty, that I have never had my children drink soda or eat at a fast food restaurant. I just decided, those kinds of offers don't exist for these kids.  It's so much simpler. They have no idea what soda tastes  like.   If you put it in their mouth, they'd probably convulse.

 Oh, don't get me wrong. If you think I was trying to label myself as a humanitarian, you would be silly. I am still the one who sauteed Maggie Moo while hustling n' bustling and wondering if I gave the cashier my phone number for the bonus savings card. You sure it wasn't 50% off?

Meow.