Mary had a little lamb

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!

Wishing they wore Zubas

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.

I'm STARVING!

Ah gluttony.  My jeans know you well.

Ready?

Set...

Go!!!

GONE!

Fogo De Chao is for Us!

Circles in the Sand

The sun was really hot that day in early June 1985.  In fact the whole spring had been sunny, warm, and ripe for skipping class and sitting on our deck behind the lilac bushes - or stealing a few precious hours between classes and dinnertime lounging at our lake.

But today was different.  It was the very last day we would all be together.  That night we would graduate.  I did things I wouldn't normally do in the afternoon.  I drank large cold glasses of Malibu and pineapple juice.  I put Sun-In in my already impossibly blonde hair.  I kissed a boy in the shady patch of trees off the beach.  A boy who was taken, but used to be mine.

It was too much, so I left and went home to lay down.

Soon it was time...too fast I had to wake up from the lazy nap in my cool, dark room and get presentable for the ceremony.  Ugh.  Why had I put that Sun-In in my hair?  What was Colleen thinking telling me it was awesome stuff?  Blah.  Nothing a super quick shower won't fix.

I got to graduation in my "Marilyn Monroe" dress.  Showered, tan and sweet smelling from my favorite lotion.  I made it with a few minutes to spare and lined up between "my guys" Steven and Sean.  My locker posse for the last four years.  And as we were about to promenade through the gym and take our seats I reached up to scratch an itch and found the few grains of sand that I missed...and swallowed back the tears of what I was about to leave behind.