Good food, good meat...

I broke down at dinnertime. Someone made a comment yesterday [my first ever... o my!:)] and asked what were the Hideous Consequences of my eating the Forbidden Food... and she hit a spot. I haven't got a clue. So my rebel streak comes out (and it was welcome since I haven't seen much of it lately).

"I won't eat that anorexic shit," I tell defiantly to Belendor as he unwraps the frozen --and undoubtely insipid--- fish I am to ingest. While the others (Corvux, his cousin and himself) are going to eat a great, juicy, sinful steak.

"You better," he goes. He adds, a little self-righteously, "Remember what the doctor said. Beware, insolent woman, beware."

"I don't care," I go. "I want steak too, and right NOW."

Belendor wavers. He can see the light of murder lurking in my eyes, and of course he doesn't want to make a scene in front of his cousin.

"Umkay," he mumbles as he turns back to the stove. "Just don't come crying to me when The Inevitable Happens."

That was all. I ate stake and salad, and I added some Ranch dressing to the lettuce. Pretty great. And of course I doused my meal with generous quantities of iced tea.

Up until now, I haven't turned into a toad yet. I can't make any promises that I won't during the night, but hell, I'm optimistic. No one can't be when they've got a stomachful of good red meat. It's the first time I've ever had some since... well, I can't even remember when.

I am not a bitch to my husband, I want to make myself clear. I am the sweetest little woman, always eager to please her man, but a girl has her limits. And when the subject in question is a good piece of meat, everything's valid.

Whoa, I hope everything goes well. And, for the record, if I happen to die during the night, the meal was worth it.