oh @blogger! you FINALLY found my post. *sigh*
WARNING - This is a blog of serious carnage and not for the feint of heart, or VEGETARIANS!!!
If you are a carnivore who occasionally likes to get down with a large plate of nuttin' but almost moo'ing meat you may proceed:
The Red Dress Club - Red Writing Hood prompt (from last week!) asked you to write about one of the 7even Deadly 7ins. This (last!) week...the 7in of Gluttony!
And I had a good tale - the Tale of Fogo De Chao!
My friend Becky is our crew’s unofficial coordinator of fun. She plans our winter vacation to go snowmobiling, she plans our camping trip, and every Thanksgiving she makes sure we all spend one night together pigging out MORE at her home.
|The fires of gluttony|
And this one time, in Minnesota, she planned our evening of ULTIMATE GLUTTONY.
Fogo De Chao-style.
I had never been, and I must tell you, I was nervous. There was so much to remember; don’t go to the salad bar, DO go to the salad bar, don’t fill up on the popovers – just eat one, and for heaven’s sake make sure you flip your disc to red when you have enough meat. Enough meat? What was I getting myself into?
So I did what a good little pack-follower would and ordered a caipirinha, took a deep breath, and waddled over to our table.
|Yes, another caipirnha please.|
I will tell you (Not proudly, but I still will tell you) that I ate about six months worth of beef, pork and lamb that evening. Oh my word the lamb. I still remember the delicious, rare, perfectly spice-rubbed lamb chops.
So here is to Becky for making us all eat way too much! Skoal! And then kudos to me for getting everyone to come back to our house for just one more glass of wine.
Ah gluttony. My jeans know you well.
|Fogo De Chao is for Us!|