Raise your hand if you too know the consequences of consuming what had to be a pound of deliciously prepared rib roast (as in prime rib roast).
I shall now tell you a funny story.
My ‘honey’ roasted a $100 hunk of prime rib roast last Saturday. Did I mention my favorite hunk o’beef in the whole wide world is Prime Rib? Yes, well, the sweetie tossed a three bone monster into the oven and out came this tender, medium well, aromatic, piece of beef perfection. He sliced off a thick slab for me and I fell to devouring it in true stereotypical carnivorous fashion. It. Was. DELICIOUS.
So of course, the next day there was quite a bit left. No stress, I hacked off another big piece and proceeded to chow on it for dinner. I then carved off a few thin slices to eat for lunch at work the next day.
By Monday night, I knew what was meant by “meat sweats”. I swear I was sweating au jus. I was feverish and feeling quite out of sorts. I had a perpetual bad taste in my mouth and my appetite was GONE. Tuesday morning I awoke with a headache. I had no energy and felt a bit like I had the flu. Still no appetite either but forced myself to eat a sub sandwich (with meat…ugh) for lunch. Probably shouldn’t have done that.
I’ll spare you what I went through Tuesday night and most of the morning Wednesday. Fortunately today, it’s back to just the headache and occasional gut rumblings as my digestive track is still really pissed at me. I’ve had nothing more than a couple of crackers, a slice and a half of toast, one cup of peppermint tea and two cans of 7-Up, since Tuesday’s lunch. I’m afraid to eat anything else.
The moral of this little story? Don’t really have one. Just wanted to share in hopes of saving someone else from the same fate ;-). Oh, and to point out I might be eliminating red meat from my diet altogether. The very idea now…just….