meat.

I love it.

My brother had a barbecue just this past weekend, which was great news for me even though i wasn't there when he had it. Why?

Leftover meat.

No one ever under-buys when they are hosting a barbecue. And this phenomenon roots itself in the need to avoid people not getting as much meat as they can possibly stuff into themselves. Such an occurrence could lead to many different kinds of disasters. I know that personally, if i go to a barbecue, i expect to be completely stuffed and heavily afflicted with the itis after. If this is not how i end up feeling (which has never happened) you could count on seeing me in the foulest of moods. I am quite sure that most other people who attend barbecues are the same. No one wants a house full of foul-mooded people, they might just end up taking their aggression out by wrestling each other and throwing each other into walls, resulting in a foot-sized hole. Oh wait, i do that when i'm in a good mood anyways.

After the barbecue, i took a glance in the fridge. About 24 hamburger patties and 4 beautiful looking steaks. Of course, we couldn't let all of this go to waste. So last night, my two brothers and i made up some half-foot tall hamburgers, with melted cheese. It's just not the same without the melted cheese. Today, we made the four steaks with peppercorn and bbq sauce, topped with caramelized garlic mushrooms and onions. I promise you, my brothers and i have never spent so much time in the kitchen, and have never put so much love and care into a meal.

It was infinitely worth it. As i now type, i am stuffed full with top quality meat and i'm struggling to keep my heavily itis inflicted eyes open. yay good day :D