(from Bobby)Post-Gallbladder, it's a brave new world.
My lovely bride, missing an apparently non-vital organ but carnivorous once again, joined me for lunch on this same day at a favorite Oklahoma City barbecue restaurant.
We shared half a BBQ smoked chicken (or maybe it was a whole chicken that lost one of its legs somehow) along with campfire taters (you must order this side dish with just the right country accent) and cream-style corn.
Redneck that I am, I can't tell you how excited I am to be married, once again, to a wife who enjoys eating creatures that once roamed the earth, as opposed to puke green, non-living things that should never be consumed by a human while other, normal people have to watch.
Tamie seems to be gravitating toward white meat at this point -- chicken, pork, fish -- but we will update you with a news alert when she gives in to her desire (it must be coming) for a half-pound burger or 72-ounce steak.
(An aside: Tamie keeps asking how long I'm going to continue making a big scene every time she eats meat. I have promised her that this harassment won't last any longer than the two-plus years she spent thumbing her nose at food with bones in it.)
Update: Tamie just read this post and IM'd me with this: "You are such a turkey!"
My reply: "I am not a turkey, but I bet you'd love one for dinner!"
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