Beef. It's what's for dinner.

I don't eat much red meat. Not for reasons I can state clearly. Mostly I just don't like it much, and it sits kinda heavy in my stomach. But about twice a year, I get a serious craving for it. I usually slake this with about 1/3 pound of rare-cooked roast beef, and that does it until the next time.

Aaaaaahhhhh. I did it tonight. I can feel the carnitine oozing into my blood as I write. I'll let you know if I run out and slaughter a few rabbits too.

Most likely, I am growing muscle. For obscure reasons, I am needing new strength in my low back and one leg, and the raw materials have to come from somewhere.