Boca Burgers

Mark my words (err, rather, let me mark them): I'll never eat another Boca Burger as long as I live. Feeling a bit peckish, I decided to clear out the freezer and noticed two Boca Burgers just hanging out. Following the microwave instructions (because I'm a man of little patience and of powerful hunger). What followed was the most putrid dining experiences you could imagine. Be it the microwave or the manufacturing process, I don't know. All I do know is that nothing so foul has past my lips ever. Bring me beef (though not the corn-fed midwestern beef that requires 220+ gallons of oil to "mature" to slaughter weight in 18 months vs. 5 years on grass). PS...did you know that it takes that much oil to raise the cheap beef you grub on from Safeway and Kroger? That's the amount of petroleum it takes to fertilized and pesticide-ize all that midwestern 'organic gold' per calf to get it to market. That's corn, pesticide, feed lot, slaughter, trip to market and a final drive home in your pimp-ride before being (more than likely) over-cooked on your grill. Sort of frightening, eh?

long days...and longer nights

B is in San Fran for two weeks...this is the beginning of a years worth of 50/50 times. I miss her. I miss my other half.