Rack up the meat

I'm hardly a vegetarian, nor is anyone that is currently living under my roof. I have no issue with it, it's just not my way. I will say, however, that my meat intake, particularly of the red variety, has dropped over the last few years, and I feel that it's been a healthy adjustment.

There's something about national holidays, though, that just brings out the carnivore in me. It's as if all that red, white, and blue calls to my inner beastman and fills me with cravings for slow-cooked dead farm animal, along with all the usual sides except for potato salad because that shit makes me want to vomit.

Seriously though. Celebrating America and eating meat. It's just so goddamn perfect, no?

Interestingly enough, breakfast today was resoundingly unpatriotic: french toast. Or was it freedom toast? I can't remember now. Shit. Oops, pardon my freedom.

Our friends Rob and Liz had a little mid-morning party over at their place. I don't think I've ever been to a party in the morning before, but I must say I liked it. I'm all for it. I think we should have more of them, particularly in the middle of the week. There was meat available, but we were already full, so I just had a bloody mary. Bloody Mary was a Queen of England, so I suppose that was somewhat unpatriotic of me as well.

Lunch and dinner both managed to include meat, and thus made up for the morning's lack of patriotism. Lunch was a potluck, to which we contributed store-bought potato salad. The Ash put it in a bowl and received numerous compliments, none of which were from me. Dinner was a trip to Rudy's BBQ along with, from the looks of it, about 46% of the population of Austin. It' been raining here for the last couple of weeks, so I guess nobody feels like hauling their grills out.

I'm not sure where this national holiday/meat craving thing comes from, but it's pretty consistent. It's probably just me using the day as an excuse to gorge myself. I feel like an asshole making light of it, especially given that 1) our country is stuck in a disgusting mess of a war, so all national holidays just feel especially shitty, and 2) people around the world and right here at home don't have enough to eat.

But I'm putting this little invite out there. Next election day, when the next president is elected, let's all get some steaks. And some beer. And maybe something we can take shots of. And some other grillables that we can throw on the fire. Let's not forget the vegetarians. And the next day when the results are in, whichever side wins, let's get together and feast. If the good guys win, let's celebrate. If evil prevails, let's mourn. I'll see you there.

Hope you had a great day.