Geez... 2020 sucked like no other year. At least we got to visit Ireland before the pandemic hit the world. Other issues for me included having a massive rotator cuff tear repaired (note: I was nearly 100% right handed, and --you guessed it-- it was my right shoulder), and getting the Alpha Gal allergy from a tick bit. What's the other name for Alpha Gal? It's the MEAT ALLERGY! Yup... no more mammals in my diet. I don't really miss meat, unless I'm thinking of special meat items like the kielbasa from Continental Delicatessen , the sausage of my childhood.
The title of this blog is related to my nearly every night dream of me finding myself eating meat, and then realizing I might die from it. Some of these "meatmares" are amusing, and some are just bizarre. The one that comes to mind first is one of me sitting in the pub in Cork, Ireland, watching rugby on the big screen TV. I'm sitting with some friends, and some rugby new friends, enjoying a wonderful meal. I sip my Beemster, and say to everyone "THIS is why I love Ireland--the people, the rugby, the beauty, and the food". I look down and realize that I'm actually eating a piping hot bowl of beef stew.
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