I grilled steaks last night on the outdoor BBQ.
They were fantabulous.
MiniWarrior ate his and half of mine. The kids hit the pre-teen-empty-leg-eat-me-outta-house-n-home age.
EWO, clutching a steak knife and fork, sawed on hers, consuming it with great gusto.
Lord V munched happily on his and polished off the last quarter of mine.
We reclined in the outdoor chairs with bellys full, happily absorbing the last bits of warmth of the day as the terrace fountain splooshed beside us making cheerful water drumming music.
Bliss...until the hiss.
I want you to know, I've been very good. I never eat meat anymore.
You don't? I heard myself ask then mentally bashed myself over the head. Why. WHY did you say that now she's gonna explain!
Nope. I don't eat meat. When one gets older they do not produce enough stomach saliva...
Oh sweet jesus......
so the meat lays in the stomach for a long time stacking up.
Lord V blanched, snatched up empty dishes and beat a hasty retreat inside while I sat traumatized struggling valiantly to rid my mind of the mental picture of a denture chewed hunk of meat fermenting in her wrinkled belly.
8 years ago