I'd like you to know that I want my steak well done.
A friend told me last Saturday that it's supposed to be medium or rare. And he laughed at how I refused to take a bite of that seared tenderloin, unless he'd slice off the top and bottom grilled layers for me and have the middle part all to himself. Call me ignorant, but I can't bear to eat stuff with anything that resembles blood in it. I have a thing against anything raw - sushi, sashimi, sometimes even raw veggies. See? Those are the expensive kind. I'm low maintenance, isn't that great? :)
A meal is supposed to be pleasurable. And for me, any food is fine and any moment is delightful as long as you are next to me. And as long as I don't imagine myself as one of the Cullens devouring a bloody beast. :/
Waiting for you,
the girl who sometimes think being vegan is the way to go, but thinks otherwise when she sees and smells "adobo" and "liempo". :D
(Photo taken here)