When I took the ground beef package out of the fridge it was leaking with blood... not a good start. I immediately began thinking of a cow bleeding to death. And I was perturbed that I would be eating a cheeseburger for dinner. But I hunkered down and was determined that this would be my last burger! I felt as if it were a mission, like I had to eat this burger with the thought of a bleeding cow going through my mind in order to permanently deter me from ever wanting a cheeseburger again. So I dug my hands into the beef and formed the patties, and put it into the pan.
My thoughts then turned into a cow burning. Ugh! C'mon!
But in the end, I served the Cheeseburgers with steamed broccoli and roasted potatoes. My hubby wasn't home tonight to have his last burger at home. But Nina enjoyed hers.
As for me, I didn't enjoy my cheeseburger like I once had. I tried to not think about the new knowledge of toxins, hormones, antibiotics, and decaying carcass... but I couldn't. I did eat it, and tried faking myself into enjoying it... but it's just not the same.
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