May 16, 2012

Last night, J. cooked up a bloody rare steak. It was the first rare steak I’d had in a long time. I’ve been known to prefer my steaks mooing. We raised cows when I was growing up. I’m a happy carnivore. But as I cut into raw, meaty inside this time, my stomach seized. My gorge rose. I could not eat it. When one of my dogs recently came home from a cabin...