Dinner tonight was a "mixed grill": I had sausage, my father had chicken, and my mother had $20/pound steak with an unusually high grizzle content (or so she claims, I don't have any hard data on the average grizzle content of $20/lb steak). The sausage was interesting as it was very lean.
Normally, high fat foods are though of a bit like calling in sick to work when you want a day off — it tastes great and there's no identifiable way that it's significantly immoral — but somehow it still is thought of a bit like murdering a nun. It's just wrong. So I got a contrast today by having lean sausage, or at least comparatively lean sausage. It was mostly red with the occasional little white bit, which is leaner than most hamburgher meat looks. The curious thing about lean sausage is that, even with barbeque sauce, it's very dry. It was so dry that I ate it with salad to add moisture.
I enjoyed it, but there was definitely something missing. I'm not sure what to make of it, but it certainly reinforces the idea that fat tastes good.
Oh, when my father and I went to get ice cream, I was reminded of how old I'm getting. There were three girls working at the ice cream place, and despite them likely being in late high school, I had a distinct feeling of walking into a room with children. They all look so young. It's really scary. Of course it didn't help that my father and I were talking about the tax benefits of corporations versus LLCs, but even so. Teenagers are not supposed to look young to me.
Normally, high fat foods are though of a bit like calling in sick to work when you want a day off — it tastes great and there's no identifiable way that it's significantly immoral — but somehow it still is thought of a bit like murdering a nun. It's just wrong. So I got a contrast today by having lean sausage, or at least comparatively lean sausage. It was mostly red with the occasional little white bit, which is leaner than most hamburgher meat looks. The curious thing about lean sausage is that, even with barbeque sauce, it's very dry. It was so dry that I ate it with salad to add moisture.
I enjoyed it, but there was definitely something missing. I'm not sure what to make of it, but it certainly reinforces the idea that fat tastes good.
Oh, when my father and I went to get ice cream, I was reminded of how old I'm getting. There were three girls working at the ice cream place, and despite them likely being in late high school, I had a distinct feeling of walking into a room with children. They all look so young. It's really scary. Of course it didn't help that my father and I were talking about the tax benefits of corporations versus LLCs, but even so. Teenagers are not supposed to look young to me.
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