eat more meat

7. Conch (not worth it!)

4. Wild boar jerky
5. Alligator jerky
6. Kangaroo jerky

Having worked on a veggie-chicken-pig-rabbit-sheep farm all summer and gone out to Horsefeathers for avocado bacon swiss cheeseburgers every week, I think it’s safe to say that I’ve accomplished my goal of eating more meat. One day, I ate six different animals in three meals. Now I’m just gonna try to eat enough meat so that I feel healthy. Like, less than six animals a day.

I haven’t eaten any meat since last year, so there really isn’t any point to this ‘want’ anymore… I know I should, but I can’t help it, I just hate the texture of muscle. And my Dr tested my blood and says my iron is fine (I take ‘Iron Bites’!), so whatever, I GIVE UP!!!

Otherwise, all carnivorous animals would be murderers which is ridiculous.

The cheeseburger didn’t kill me. It didn’t even make me all that sick. Hopefully I now have the bacteria that digest beef in my stomach again.

I have a thick juicy steak waiting for me when I get home.

This goal is as good as done.

I am eating a hamburger. Once I eat a steak, I will mark this goal as done.

I ate a Cuban sandwich the other day and didn’t get sick from it. It was kind of tasty, too. This is a step in the right direction. The big test will be a thick, juicy cheeseburger. I’ve been craving one but don’t know that I can digest it.

I quit eating all meat when I was about eight. Eventually my mom just about force-fed me chicken, and I ate turkey and fish pretty regularly and a few times pork, but I didn’t eat beef except for one time in over eleven years. The one time I did eat beef it made me sick to my stomach.

Now I’m craving it, though, and I don’t know why. I want a big, fat juicy cheeseburger straight off the grill with a half-melted slice of cheese, a pickle, a lettuce, and a tomato on the bun.

I also want a pulled pork sandwich from a barbeque.

But I’m SO scared to eat beef!

My parents both grew up in Nebraska during the 1960’s. Apparently, back then meat was expensive in the area and was usually a “sunday dinner only” type deal. So when I was born and they moved to Chicago they found meat to be both relatively inexpensive and delicious, and I ate meat every night of the week. Oddly enough, I never had an orange util I was sixteen, and never had a salad until my freshman year of college. It just never really came up.

While I’ve been able to branch out into other things like the occasional vegetable, I’m a big fan of meat and not only am I always looking to try more animals, but different ways to cook them.

Oh and I’d also like to point out that just like when you cook it yourself, the food tastes better, when you kill it, process it, and then cook it yourself, that meal’s just off the freakin’ charts.

P.S. Do all those videos peta puts out of screaming cows going through meat packing plants make anyone else really hungry for beef, or is that just me?