Meaty Trails Of Griled Goodness
My MEatless attempt almost failed on just its 3rd day (That's today. But then again if you're reading this tomorrow, then it was yesterday, which is still today to me since I'm typing it today. And if you live in New Zealand it's like next Tuesday or something like that... Eph-it just look at the date).
I bought the buns on Sunday. The day before I went on this 4 day a week meat fast crock. The plan was to use them to build a couple killer beef burgers for dinner one night this week. By burger I mean some lean ground meat... onion... cheese.. a little dab of ketchup, a little dab of Dijon mustard. Then bake up some fresh cut oven baked fries for a side. Yeah... It would rock. It would be grilled meaty goodness on as sesame seed bun. Oooohhhhhh yeahhhhh.....
BUT NO!! NO! I will NOT enjoy the round and browned meaty goodness of a burger on the grill. Because this is the right thing to do. It is! I know I should just put the buns in the freezer. Out of sight, out of mind. Right? But I was so confident in my MEatless attempt, on Monday I picked up some Boca Chic Patties. I like those. I like 'em lots, and planned to use the buns for some fake chicken.
But it's summer. Summer demands a burger! One made of beef. So the Chik'n Patties remain unopened, and the buns also remain untouched, soft but taut puffs of bready love. So then I thought "Oh well, I'll just have a beer and chill." CRAP! I gave that up too!!
Despite the mocking buns on the counter and the Torpedo's in the fridge I remained strong. I shunned them both, and started making dinner before I could be lured in by meat lust and hoppy goodness. So it was Chipotle Pepper Whole Wheat Pasta, Bean & Cheese Casserole. A spicy, fiber filled gas fest that was good enough to get the thought of sizzling burgers on the grill off my mind. Not to mention the beans will provide some nighttime entertainment. At least for a few moments before Wifey attempts to smother me with a pillow and then storm out the bedroom to leave me half dead and alone. Giggling, but half dead and alone.
Dude, I'm on edge. You can tell I'm on edge 'cause I've only been MEatless for 3 days and have already called this grand idea "a crock." One more day of this insanity to go. Then I can embrace the 4th of July weekend with miles in the saddle and meat on the grill.
Sorry to bore you all with my non non meat eating cycling life above. I will try to salvage the post by saing I DID get some miles in the saddle today, and it was in dirt. REAL DIRT! Single track dirt. Sure it was only 14 miles of homegrown suburban park single track, but it was still dirt.
Succulent ribbons of meaty trail, cooked over an open fire to perfection... OH EPH!!