MEAT!!! I stay mostly vegetarian, for issues of my WEIGHT, for those of you who don't know me... but sometimes I jes get such a craving for flesh!!! MEAT!!! Here's a taste:
By the time New York City Opera's annual Los Angeles tour rolled around in mid-November, we had decided to drive out to the Coast together in his car. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Talk about a week in hell. The man insisted on stopping every two or three hours, usually at a fast-food joint, to get a little something for his tapeworm.
"No, thanks. Not hungry!” she said, hyperventilating.
I did a lot of waiting in the car, humming to myself to drown out the incessant howling, the screams of rage and panic coming from the cellar.
By the third day, I was a gibbering wreck. Through the autumn twilight somewhere in Nebraska, pink and turquoise neon flickered over a truck stop:
"Prime Beef!” it proclaimed. "Sultan's Cut!"
"Quick! Pull off the road!” A bloodthirsty bellow rose from the basement. "Now!"
"Mon Dieu, qu'est-ce que tu-as?"
The Maestro saw the stricken expression and foaming saliva, concluded I was having a heart attack, and swerved into the parking lot, still doing sixty-five. A screech of tires on pavement, a hailstorm of gravel, a lurching skid passed slow motion as he wrestled the car to a stop.
Fangs glistening in the surreal glow, I whispered, "Let's eat."
Unprepared by his cultured life for the carnage that followed, Jean-Michel sat awestruck as the ancestral appetite — grunts and all — devoured twenty-eight ounces of dripping flesh, salad, baked potato, lima beans, hot biscuits, peach pie, and the remains of his carrot cake. Ah, these American girls! Formidable!
