Hearing "dead immature sheep" actually made my saliva glands active. I had fire roasted dead immature sheep at a Brazilian restaurant last week and enjoyed it. Couldn't remember if I liked it prior to that.
I had a frozen pizza last night and thought about throwing the kitchen table through a wall. Then I just decided to keep eating and be thankful that I have the luxury of being picky about meals. I'm going to make venison sloppy joes tonight. The key is bacon and red wine. Puts a nice twist in it.
No vomit. Passed out cold. I don't remember being hurt by it the next day. I was 20. I could party my face off then and do it all over the next night. Those behaviors would kill me these days. I'd need a year to recover.
Ahhhhh. Yes and no. It was poured into a beer funnel and I just kept going. I partied pretty hard for a good 15 minutes afterwards. Then, things came to a grinding halt.
Sitting by my smoker listening to the allman bros and some Gregg allman. Have chicken in it, 7 hour ribs, and cheese and bacon stuffed jalepenos. Wife is making sone fries and some broccoli on the side.
Stig that meal made me want to quit eating forever. Brocolli and tofu are two big no no's for me. I never got over my childhood aversion to cooked vegetables. I'll eat and enjoy any raw vegetable though. My cooked veggie aversion pertains mostly to green veggies (broccoli, green beans, spinach...
This is my first go round with ribs, slow cooked. Im sure there will be room for improvement. Im sure they'll taste alright, but its the texture Im after.
I quit eating fast food. I miss it. I lost 40 pounds since fall though with my new diet changes. Problem is, I lost a lot of muscle too. I had some guns on me last summer. Now I don't.
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