Eat Your Bloody Steak. You’ll Like it: Eight Years of War, and Writing, and Bugs
Last night, J. cooked up a bloody rare steak. It was the first rare steak I’d had in a long time. I’ve been known to prefer my steaks mooing. We raised cows when I was growing up. I’m a happy carnivore. But as I cut into raw, meaty inside this time, my stomach seized. My […]
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