Core Opposition

There’s a roast in my house.

A raw one.

It’s sitting in my crisper drawer right now just freaking me out.

In an act that flagrantly opposes all my core peculiarities, I went to the store and spent $10 on a slab of meat for myself yesterday.

There’s the money issue… the ‘I don’t eat’ issue… the ‘I don’t eat what I cook’ issue…

Yeah, you get the unpleasant picture.

So, what the heck’s going on with the roast?

Bravery, I think. But, frankly, I’m too freaked out to know.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe