Red Meat and Spankings: good for you?

I'm not much into "old school" on many things. Snail mail (mail that requires writing on a piece of paper, looking up the address, using an envelope, and finding a postage stamp)? Not so much. Decor from the 60's? Yuck. Classic cars? Nice to look at, but I like my modern conveniences. Snooze tube surfing what's on? T.v. Guide? Magazine subscription? House phone? bill paid by mail? Old school.

How about red meat? Old school. There are better and cheaper ways to get all the protein you need without having to chew on what once (hopefully) frolicked in the green fields next to Momma. Tell me the last time an article was written about the proper handling and health risks associated with nuts, beans, tofu, textured vegetable protein, dark leafy green vegetables, quinoa, and other high protein or high mineral non-animal foods. Ah, you can't, right?

Because there is none!

I debated writing this post for many days because I didn't want family members to feel like I wad picking on them, but since no family member (that I know of) ever reads my blog, I think it's safe to mention that I am a very "good" daughter-in-law as I did not say at any time, "yuck" when I saw what looked like a very grey butt of a pig with red sores oozing all over it's cheeks. It was actually roast beef and I had to run from the room by the sight of it, but I didn't even groan or whimper. I wanted to have a funeral for the butt of this pig, but had to remind myself that it had actually come from somewhere inside of a cow. Still, it looked like it belonged in a horror sci-fi medical movie. I expected Robin Cook to step out from behind the curtain and tell me that this oozing chunk of muscle was a prop for his next novel.

Dig in, everyone!

I kept my mouth shut when I watched my mother-in-law carry on a plastic platter thin slices of pink meat to my youngest. I could only nodd politely when she said she had cooked it just a little longer for E. Why was it still a deep pink? Wasn't meat supposed to be brown when it is cooked? Yet, I kept my mouth shut because I was tired, recovering from the high altitude of Bogota, and more importantly, grateful that the whole family, including J, was in a vacation!

I was, indeed, a very good daughter-in-law. We were going to be in Houston for two weeks and I didn't want to say or do anything that would positively upset my in-laws and not letting my kids eat meat would be devasting to them. So I just kept my mouth shut.

Good girl, Mary, good girl.

(to be cont'd)