Here I am at dinner. Longing for the steak that I ordered. Cooked to perfection - charred on the edges and pink in the middle, bathing in its own essence. If I'm lucky, I can get one of the aides to embezzle a glass of wine to my room.
That's the fantasy right now.
The only steak that tastes good, is the one I'm eating in my mind from 35 years ago when I was at home with my son grilling in the back yard. Reality says, here is the [minute]steak[like] octogenarian meat thats my main entree. Ground to perfection, so that I may be able to chew it. The alternative at this point in my life, with the teeth that I have remaining, is to have it put in a food processor and drink it and I'd rather remarry my ex-wife or spend another 500 days in the European theater fighting Hitler again than eat that "meat pudding".
This broiled bovine brick resembles the likes of a bad Swanson Hungry Man dinner, with corn and frozen flake potates and jello [enough with the damn jello already]. I can't wait for the Surf-n-Turf for dinner tomorrow night.
Maybe I should have brushed my teeth more often as a kid?
Check please!
That's the fantasy right now.
The only steak that tastes good, is the one I'm eating in my mind from 35 years ago when I was at home with my son grilling in the back yard. Reality says, here is the [minute]steak[like] octogenarian meat thats my main entree. Ground to perfection, so that I may be able to chew it. The alternative at this point in my life, with the teeth that I have remaining, is to have it put in a food processor and drink it and I'd rather remarry my ex-wife or spend another 500 days in the European theater fighting Hitler again than eat that "meat pudding".
This broiled bovine brick resembles the likes of a bad Swanson Hungry Man dinner, with corn and frozen flake potates and jello [enough with the damn jello already]. I can't wait for the Surf-n-Turf for dinner tomorrow night.
Maybe I should have brushed my teeth more often as a kid?
Check please!
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