Tonight Barb prepared rib meat and sauerkraut and potatoes for dinner. A teutonic feast. Elizabeth ate a little bit of the meal, but her feast began after the meal, when Barb broke out the bone pot.
Elizabeth loves... gristle. There's no way of getting around this fact. She loves picking a bone clean, sucking every last piece of cartilage and tendon from the unchewable calcate core. She likes gristle more than meat! It's kind of weird, especially since I prefer all of my meat to be boneless and as processed as possible given current technological limits.
Remind you of anyone?
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