That is so totally, absolutely out of character for me. I rarely eat red meat, and I never (and I do mean NEVER) eat steak. At most, I'll have a hamburger, but I'm more likely to have grilled chicken or fish. Actually, I usually eschew meat altogether and have pasta or veggies. Right now, though, something in me just wants to chew on a hunk of warm flesh.
Maybe this is an aftermath from yesterday. I went to a friend's house, and we enjoyed a couple of Bourbon County Stouts. Beer so thick, it didn't pour from the bottle as much as slide out like maple syrup, so dark that it made black coffee look pale, and so strong (13% alcohol) that one of them gave me a buzz, and two of them knocked me on my butt.
I think all this dieting and careful eating is finally getting to me, and the primal part of my nature is trying to make an end run and seduce my taste buds.
This is one of those times that I miss being married to Kat; I would just whisper the word "Outback" and she'd be in the mood to chomp on a cow.
I'm not going to go to dinner by myself, mostly because I hate to eat alone, but also because I know that I'll have one or two bites, and then the craving will be satisfied and I'll be stuck with an entire steak dinner. I thought about going to a bar tonight, watching some football, and having a burger, but that's not likely to happen either, for the same first reason, plus I'm trying to save my money, so I'm too friggin' cheap.
I should just gnaw on a piece of shoe leather and get the same feeling.