Not-cooking adventure

Wow, I can’t believe I just did that!.  A woman down at Thomas Dux (my fancy supermarket) was giving tastings of grass-fed beef from her farm in the Southern Highlands.  It tasted so good, I bought some rump steak dry-aged for 20 days. 

So I got it out to cook it up for dinner, and it looked so good I just had to try a tiny piece out of curiosity.  It was good!  Really good.  Another piece… still good!  It was juicy and soft and didn’t even need salt.  For the first few bites I felt really strange all over, like my body was outraged at the very thought of it, but after that it just felt like comfort food.  I had a similar reaction to the beef stock last month. 

The asparagus was done, so I just sliced up the steak and ate it raw.  Delicious!  I’m so glad I’m not a vegetarian anymore.  Wish my digestion luck!