When I was a child, my dad took me to visit his friend’s turkey farm. I have not enjoyed turkey since. You see, no only are turkeys kept in rather deplorable conditions on a farm, but they are also exceptionally gross animals. The gentleman who owned the farm informed us that he has to ration the turkey’s food lest they overeat. According to him, turkey’s are unable to burb to relieve the gas that builds up in their system. When the gas becomes to much, the farmer informed me, you will hear a slight hissing sound as a warning before the birds insides becomes their outsides. Probably, this is a made up tale the farmer found funny, but my 10 year old mind accepted it as truth. No amount of time, science, or experience can erase the image and fear from my mind.
It’s also a perfect description of how I feel today.
Yesterday, Hubby and I looked around and realized that we had a free babysitter at the house. We decided to take full advantage of it and have a date night. Hubby chose a beautiful, small, local restaurant known for their meat – ribs, steaks, and prime rib. I had prime rib… and cheesy mashed cauliflower, and a dinner roll, and Oysters Rockefeller, and a stuffed artichoke heart, and a glass of wine, and an amazing bit of blueberry butter – seriously, it was A-MAZING!
It was also really nice to have a dinner date with just my husband. We discussed politics, religion, news articles we’ve read recently, and all the other adult things we don’t always have time to talk about. It was a wonderful evening, and I regret NONE of it. Unfortunately, my tummy disagrees. It feels that I ate too much (it might be right). In any case, today I’m back on track. I have no more desire to eat any more food. Okay, in fairness my mind would love to devour even more delicious treats, but my stomach has decided to take a stand. It will accept no more.
As much as I’m dreading tomorrow, I’ll be glad to get back to my normal routine.