Damn You Steak!
So, Jeff and I survived Lent. No red meat for a total of 46 days and 46 nights.I promised Jeff I would make rib eyes for dinner. I picked up two thick cut, perfectly marbled rib eye steaks. Seasoned them lightly with salt and pepper, seared them on both sides and finished them in the broiler (we were out of propane for the grill).
Jeff's mouth was watering. We sat down at the table and for some reason, looking at my steak just didn't sit well and I was nervous about eating it. Jeff took his first bite and was giddy from head to toe. I took a bite of mine and before I knew it, I was in the bathroom sick. Jeff finished off my steak.
Sick all night with my stomach in knots and the room spinning, I felt like I was dying. The thought of eating any kind of meat just made me want to gag. I woke up this morning to Jeff sick from dinner, feeling the same way.
So now at work, I'm at my desk with a box of Immodium, bottle of Emetrol and some Sprite. I feel like crap and so did Jeff when I checked in on him.
To much to fast? I only had a bite and I'm miserable. I don't think I can have steak for a while.
