Meat haute cuisine

Today I went in to the supermarket to gaze longingly at steak.  Meat is now my haute cuisine.  I can look at it and smell it but I cannot afford to buy this high end product, let alone partake of it in a restaurant.  I remember when I could afford steak, I could buy as much meat as I wanted but now meat eating is a spectator sport for me.

I remember the taste of roast lamb and roast beef, in fact anything that is roasted.  Nowadays I make a roast without the meat.  I dine on roast potatoes, sweet potato, onion and carrots plus of course some nice steamed vegetables.  I hardly notice that there is something lacking in my menu.  I make some nice gravy and that is my meat hit for the meal.

I have been informed that mushrooms are the new meat.  While I do like mushrooms I would actually like to eat a piece of meat.  Oh that's it, we used to have mushrooms on steak.  Here I am at the beginning again, lusting after steak and eating a sausage.  Yes I do say sausage: singular.  How have I been brought down to this rationing sausages? This is a sad, sad day.

I believe soon I will only be able to partake of meat in my dreams.  I will wake up crying with drool on my pillow.  It is not a stretch of the imagination that I might mistake my feather pillows for a cooked chook and the rest will be history.

Farewell meat, I will remember you fondly.  I will buy you again when I win the lottery, if I win the lottery.