I was a lion today

And I ate a zebra. Boy was it delicious.

Ok, in case you have no idea what I'm talking about, I am referring to the advice that Dr. Steinman gave me regarding vegetarianism. He said if you are going to eat meat, do it like a lion, a predator who will gorge and overfeed on a zebra, and then not eat for days, weeks, possibly. Tonight I cooked up some burgers for my boys, but not just any burgers. This is the beef I get from a farm in the Shenandoah Valley, from a farmer who grass feeds his cows in the way nature intended. And if you think there is no difference between a grass fed, "salad bar" beef hamburger and beef from a cow that eats primarily corn (which is what most cows eat in our country while they are crammed into feed lots, but I won't go into that because that's a rant for another day) then you haven't tasted this stuff. It's excellent. While my husband tried to surpress his sighs of gustatory pleasure, I looked at my pathetic little Boca burger with slumped shoulders.

Then my son neglected to finish his burger. And I pounced.

I am lion, here me roar.

Tomorrow we'll go back to eating chickpeas.