Apparently, there's always meat at my house. Or so, The X says. Tonight, there was tri tip again. Carved thin. On a sesame seed bun. Lettuce. Tomato. Salad dressing. Why? Inflation. I can't afford to go out for a meal anymore. I can't even afford fast food.
Pastrami. Salted piece of inexpensive beef. Steamed.
Corned beef. Salted piece of inexpensive beef. Boiled.
I had a tri tip which was rubbed with salt and pepper. Just overnight. Not 100 days in a barrel of salt. Not overwintered in a salt brine.
Instead of roasting it, I decided to steam it.
Incredible. It looked like a piece of well done beef. It tasted like salted beef. I was able to slice it on the bias. The meat was tender, juicy, and melted in my mouth.
This is my life's work. My greatest achievement. I've done something that nobody else has done. It also shows how petty and meaningless my life is, and how little I matter in society.
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