Back in my late teens and early 20s, I was a vegetarian.

Then I wasn’t anymore.

I became steadily more carnivorous.

These past few years, I have eaten many, many steaks and roasts.

Lately, I’ve tired of it, mostly because of the way it makes my body feel. Mister Husband and I struck a deal, and balance meatless meals with meatcentric ones.

Some days, I don’t eat any meat at all. Some days I don’t eat it until dinner time. Some days I eat it every meal. Whatever feels right.

The other night I felt like salmon. Steak for him and salmon for me. I broiled mine up with mustard, lemon, and dill. It was truly lovely.

I ate part of it. The rest looked like Rumble Fish. I let it sit in the fridge for two days until I threw it away.

I’m not sure where all of this is taking me at the moment.