Mmmm, lunch!

I had a cheeseburger for lunch yesterday. When I was sixteen, I stopped eating red meat because I was skeeved out by finding various arteries and such in my food. I remember eating some (probably very cheap) piece of meat and basically flossing on a tendon. That was the end of that for me. But, 15 years later, a boy that I liked very much would eat everything. I went along for the ride and thusly had a cheeseburger for lunch yesterday.

One thing I do that I almost wish I didn't is closely examine my food. One time I was kind of glad I do, but generally one should just jam into one's gullet, chew and swallow and try not to think too hard about it.

The one time I was glad was when a group of us were having brunch at Bambule on Wisconsin Ave. in Washington, DC. I got some milk out of a huge vat for my cereal. I sat down and noticed some crazy little black dots. That's not normal. Usually milk is just plain white, not polka dotted. I fished out a black dot and let's just say it was alive and usually found on dead things. Nasty. We called the waiter over and he said he would get me more milk...out of the same vat. Um, no thanks. We called the manager who said that he was sorry. We complained more loudly and he refunded my meal. Er.. What about those at the table who'd actually ingested the milk with extra protein? Finally he comped the whole meal, but my issue was with the milk. I told him he needed to get rid of the milk and also let the people know. He refused. Refused! So as I left, I told all the people with milk not to drink it as strange things were afoot in there.

So yesterday I had a cheeseburger for lunch. I noticed all these little gristly things. I don't know if that is the norm with cheeseburgers, but I shrugged my shoulders and chowed on.