Thursday, July 16, 2009

Big yucky meat day:

I’m not a vegetarian. Just a sissy. I’m scared of meat that is yucky in any way shape or form. That includes, blood, fat, veins, ugly textures, and weird colors.
This includes all raw meat with one exception. Frozen boneless skinless chicken breasts. But if you thaw those very same boneless skinless chicken breasts, I’ll have a really hard time touching it much less preparing it for cooking. I guess I can handle raw hamburger, but only if it isn’t bleeding . I know I’m a big baby, and I know it’s not reasonable, and I know “poor Josh I can’t believe he’s still married to her!” but in my defense……… it’s yucky!
This also includes almost all red meat. Like steak. And ribs. And cows. And prime rib (which looks different from ‘ribs’…but says ‘rib’ in the name….what exactly does that mean? I have no idea what prime rib is.) And deer hot dogs.
Josh is a man. He like meat . I love him and I love that he doesn’t make me cook scary things for him. He’s perfectly willing (and un-freaked-out) to pick up a hunk of raw meat and do something to it. I don’t really know what you’re supposed to do to it…..but he does do something….and then he cooks it (sortof) and eats it. Ewwwww!!!!!! (if you said it right in your head, it sounded like a chorus of young kids who go “ew” when their parents kiss)
Bottom line, the man doesn’t eat as much meat as he wishes he did. Primarily because he’d have to prepare it for himself by himself and I would not participate in any part of the meal at all.
Enter the Church Office Building Cafeteria. Every Thursday they serve prime rib. I affectionately call it “big yucky meat day” and every Thursday morning when Josh drops me off at work I say “Do you wanna come to lunch? It’s big yucky meat day….” (I say “big yucky meat day” in my most enticing voice - you'd probably eat steamed broccoli if I offered it to you in this voice.) And he laughs at me and says “I don’t eat yucky meat. Do you?” and I say “No.” and hang my head in shame and walk into the building. (He’s trying to prove to me that it isn’t yucky, and that maybe if I didn’t call it ‘big yucky meat day’ he’d come….not a lesson I’ve learned just yet.)
Today was no different than any other Thursday. Until 10:30 when Josh called and asked if I wanted to take him on “a hot lunch date” at the Cafeteria. Of course I wanted to. And of course I wasn’t surprised when he walked straight to the big yucky meat line.
So, on one hand, I got to have lunch with my handsome handsome hubby who I love and adore. On the other hand I had to sit across from a guy eating a hunk of red cow all through my lunch break. Gross.

9 comments:

  1. I'm with you! Although I'd eat steamed broccoli without the enticement, I love it!!

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  2. Go, Josh! And bring on a HUGE side of brocolli!

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  3. I'm pretty close to the same as you when it comes to raw meat or even cooked meat for that matter. It freaks me out. But I have to say that for me, frozen boneless chicken breasts are worse than non-frozen...I feel like I need to know they are real and that I put them in the freezer myself and then they are ok. Brady thinks I was traumatized in all of my anatomy classes...

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  4. You just have to turn off your brain when you're cooking meat. C'mon, you can do it!

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  5. Me, too! I don't even mind forking out the extra money for boneless, skinless chicken breast because then I don't have to suffer through cooking/eating dinner.

    Lucky for me, my husband isn't too fond of meat, either. More fond of it than I am...but not fond like Josh. He doesn't even like steak. :) I'm definitely lucky!

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  6. Me, too! I don't even mind forking out the extra money for boneless, skinless chicken breast because then I don't have to suffer through cooking/eating dinner.

    Lucky for me, my husband isn't too fond of meat, either. More fond of it than I am...but not fond like Josh. He doesn't even like steak. :) I'm definitely lucky!

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  7. I am a meat and potatoes kind of girl. But when we were first married, I was exactly like you as far as being freaked out by all the bleeding, raw meat. Luckily, I have gotten over it little by little.
    However, I still cannot do a whole bird. Like a roasting chicken or a turkey. I tried for my first time 2months ago and I was gagging the whole time. I couldn't even enjoy it after it was cooked.
    I guess that as long as the meat doesn't resemble an actual animal in any way, I am ok.

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  8. Nope, sorry... have to go with Josh on this one. I love meat. I do. And my favorite just happens to be prime rib... cooked medium...yummm

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  9. OK but nobody has answered the question, what exactly is prime rib anyway? :)

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