I
like to eat steak, and almost always order it when I’m dining in restaurants. A
New York strip, baked potato, Caesar salad and a bread roll is all I need to
satisfy me.
In
recent years, though, friends, with whom I occasionally dine, rib me in a
friendly way about always ordering steak, while they proudly have some kind of
fish, which is better for you, they say, and you read that all the time in
articles on healthy eating. Omega 3 in fish is good for the heart, we read.
There is no Omega 3 in steak, but there is fat. Bad old fat.
But
I still like steak. These friends are part of the International Anti-Red Meat
Conspiracy (IARMC) and I try to ignore them when they get on my case about
eating steak.
I
know they think I haven’t got a prayer, but I have:
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to
keep,
If I should die before I
wake,
Tell Him I ate too much
steak.
Amen
Be
sure to fold your hands when you say it.
