Me [to Andy]: It's a big piece of meat.
I listen to what Andy is saying.
Me: You'll recognize it when you see it. It's HUGE.
I listen some more
Me [I gesture with fingers and hands as if he can see me]: It's thick. About an inch, inch and a half. Probably about a foot long, maybe a little shorter.
Listen, listen, listen.
Me: Well, compare them. Which one is bigger?
I nod as I listen.
Me: Yup! That's the one I want! Now put it on the stove. Thanks!
I turn to see Margara staring at me and shaking her head as if she was trying to make sense of what she was hearing.
In the end, Andy chose the wrong piece of meat. I wanted this one:
But he actually thawed the short and stubby one:
That man needs constant supervision!
I got goosebumps just reading this
ReplyDeleteSmaller portions. That's a good thing.
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Ever since the days of cavemen hunting and cavewomen cooking, the man's involvement has ended as soon as the meat stops moving.
ReplyDeleteI would have thought you were totally making sexual innuendos had I over heard that conversation!
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm not a bit meat eater, so probably would have been just like Andy. :-)
ReplyDeleteOh POO, my comment disappeared because some how I am logged out of the stupid comment identity.
ReplyDeleteDon't fuck with my meat. That is all.
Yo meat is on the ground yo.
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