Nearly three years ago, I expressed my resolve to never try filet mignon. My reasoning was as follows:
I know it’s expensive and that I’ll rarely be able to eat it and I’m so afraid that I’ll really like it and then come to the sad realization that I’ll rarely be able to eat it. “What if I get addicted to it?” I ask myself. “Would I then be forced into a life of crime in order to support my filet mignon habit?”
Well, I succombed to temptation on New Year’s Eve. My hubby and I went out to supper, and I ordered filet mignon. Sadly, I enjoyed it very much. It was seriously the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. Nothing else quite compares to it. I want some more. I want it right now, but can’t afford to get any. So far, I’ve resisted turning to crime to get a fix, but it’s only been a few days. How much longer will I be able to resist its siren song?
I’m truly afraid for my future.
Kids, let this be a lesson to you. Stick with meatloaf.