The Styrofoam Box

I have never been a true fan of meat.  I maybe eat it two or three times a week at the most.  Meat just doesn’t do the same for me as a piece of warm, fresh baked bread, or the sweet taste of warm chocolate chip cookies with a glass of ice cold milk.  And ice cream!  Aaah… ice cream, with its cool, creamy texture and amazing flavors.   And then there’s candy.  I can have a craving for a piece of candy where someone is going to get hurt if I don’t get a piece in my mouth at that moment.  But with meat… never has there been this longing.  But then there was this one Christmas.

Who doesn’t love Christmas?  I love being home and baking holiday treats, taking in all the Christmas decorations, listening to Christmas music, watching Christmas Story, and… listening for the UPS truck!  That quick knock, knock, knock and you run to open the door, and there it is… a package!  Well, last year, I quickly responded to the knock, knock, knock only to find a large styrofoam package.  Weird right?  I looked at the return address and it was from a meat company!  OK, so who buys there meat online?  First of all I was always taught that you carefully take care of your meat or you’ll get a disease!  Someone shipped us meat?  Who knows where it’s been?  It could have been baking in the desert for all I know!  I mean really, who knows where this package has been and where it has been sitting?  Second, my Grandpa was a butcher and he taught me how to pick out meat and it was a careful, tedious task.  I mean he picked out meat more carefully than most people pick out their future spouse!  So, who picked out this meat?  Were they qualified?

I was wrong… so wrong.  Let me just say, I now know that I had never really tasted meat.  That styrofoam box contained real meat.  Meat that melted in my mouth like fondant candy.  Savory, tasty meat that I wanted… and now crave. 

Oh I hope I see that styrofoam box on my porch again.

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