Running Seems to Have Turned Me Into a Meat-a-holic
Ever since I started running this summer, I've been craving meat. I've never been a vegetarian, but I've also never been much of a carnivore. I used to say that if I never ate a steak in my life again it wouldn't bother me at all. Now I'm eating it at least twice a week. With lots of HP sauce.
And last night? Peter and I went to a place called "The Barnyard BBQ," and ordered "The Great Pigout:" ribs, brisket, wings, chicken, pulled pork, mashed potatoes and beans. I ate so much I had to ask Peter to literally burp me in the parking lot, while I leaned against my car. Luckily it was dark, and the Barnyard BBQ doesn't seem to attract the kind of clientele who are easily shocked or offended.
posted by Desperate Housewife at
8:50 AM
4 Comments:
AHAHAHA He 'burped' you in the parking lot? Was it just smacking you on the back or was it kind of like a Heimlich maneuver?
I haven't eaten beef in almost 15 years, but I'm a huge chicken/pork lover....and I'll smother absolutely anything in HP sauce.
I've discovered that if you eat too much to the point of pain, it helps a lot to have someone wack you pretty hard on the back. I discovered this earlier this summer at my last lobster supper pigout on PEI.
Peter says I've perfected gluttony to a science. ;)
Burping, huh. : )
I'll have to remember that.
Yummy. And I thought burping was only for babies. I'll have to remember this post the next time I over-indulge. Thanks for the tip!
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