Chapter 345 : What You Crave

Jaxon

I decided to make dinner while Sara was in the shower.

I checked out the contents of our refrigerator. It felt like a good night for my famous lasagne, so I put on a pot of water to boil and dumped a pound of freshly ground beef (I'd been to our neighborhood butcher that morning, and he had the best) into my favorite frying pan.

Of course I knew that some people liked vegetarian lasagne, but as far as I was concerned, zucchini, or any other strange vegetable that was allegedly nutritious, was not a reasonable substitute for anything. I didn't give a shit what the internet tried to tell me.

And don't even get me started on vegan lasagne. Anything without real cheese made with real milk was not an option in my house. Not while I still drew breath. My personal opinion on all that shit could be summed up in a single phrase: no fucking way. Vegetables had their place, of course. They were good for you and shit like that. They needed to stay in their proper place.