Beating My Meat.

Every weekend, I like taking my meat out of its package, tossing it on a chopping board, and beating it with a blunt tool. I typically buy a package of chicken, and marinade it for the week. I buy two pound packages with four pieces, so that’s around half a pound of MEAT per serving. Couple it with fruit mush or other carbohydrates, and it’s a decent meal. I also do my tuna, and my chili on weekends. Cooking in advance saves a TON of time.

So, I put my meat on the board, and was about to beat it. I realized I didn’t see where the meat tenderizer was. I had an inspiration, washed my hands, and took matters into my own hands. I beat my meat with my bare hands! Well, fists, I suppose. Why the hell didn’t I think of this years ago? I actually had to watch how hard I was beating my meat, because I was tearing it apart a little. MEAT FEARS MY FISTS!