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| This diet worked so well that my body practically disappeared! |
"Is London broil OK?" the deli guy asked my mom.
London broil, I can tell you, absolutely is ok.
I've been getting the pampered treatment lately, and boy, do I deserve it.
I've got about 25 staples in my back, another few in my armpit (I can't see them, so they remain uncounted) and a nasty limp as a leftover from an intravenous feed--phlebitis, apparently. All I know is that it hurts.
My neighbors probably all have been late for work this last week or so, as I haven't been up to the task of waking them all up. I've been so knocked out by surgery that I've barely said a word.
(A word to you dog owners: get all of those lumps and bumps checked. Some of them aren't just extra pudge. That was the case with me. )
Lest you fear for my welfare, the doc at IVG in Natick thinks I'm going to be A-OK. I'll just make sure she insists on some roast beef in my regular diet from now on.
Here's the deal: all that extra protein must be working. Today, mom decided it was time for me to reenter society. When she actually said the entire word usually spoken as C-A-R, I practically knocked her over.
That's not hard to do, because she's still limping from the Boston Marathon. I mean, get over it already. I'm so over having matching limps.
Neighbors, throw out your alarm clocks. I"m back!
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In case you were wondering about the origin of the term "London broil," this way of cooking and serving beef appears to have nothing at all to do with London. Apparently the method is an American invention and is not found in British cookbooks. Thank goodness I'm an American, not English, hound!
