Last night, for reasons I don’t particularly want to divulge, hubby and I went out for dinner. I wanted to sink my teeth into some red meat, and so I ordered some. As I ate it (it was delicious, done perfectly, exquisitely seasoned, and finished off with gorgonzola — a heart attack in every bite) I found myself thinking about this thread over at PFFA.
But I must say this. That as I chewed the meat — which melted rather in my mouth, and which was absolutely divine — I thought, in a most wayward fashion, how good those antibiotics and steroids tasted between the lips.