There was a time (pre-BF and pre-endless visits to my beloved hematologist) that I would NOT eat beef. No way no how. The taste was icky, the texture even worse, and I would have rather been eating chicken. The chicken part of that is still super-true, but since I have to eat red meat, I find that making a nice meal out of it suits me just fine.
(Yes, that's the world's biggest steak. Thank you, BF). Combined with corn on the cob, spinach salad, and homemade biscuits, it wasn't all bad.
File under things I also don't do/won't touch:
These ugly flip flops do, however, have me feelings waves of nostalgia remembering my college roommate, sophomore year, who would wear nothing BUT platform flip flops and who once tried to turn her laptop on with a television remote. Ahhhh, college.