The Power of Meat

So, it's no secret that I like meat. However, over the last few days I've come to realize that meat has a great influence on my emotions. This might sound pretty silly, but it's true. Here are a few examples.

1. Last weekend we had a ward campout up around Alpine. It was fun. The people were fun, the weather was nice, and the food was good. Speaking of food, Bishop Pack cooked up a ton of bacon for breakfast. In fact, he cooked up so much that Sister Pack sent a big ol' tray of it home with me and my roommates. This made me very happy. I mean, free bacon! It was wonderful. Never before have I been able to go to the fridge looking for a snack and grab some precooked bacon. It was a amazing and made me happy every time I went to the fridge.

2. It's the end of summer term and our ward closing social was this last Monday night. I went expecting there to be some kind of dinner, but figured it would be something like hotdogs. Well, what surprise when I saw people showing up with chicken and ribs. Ribs! This was going to be one of the best church meals I had ever attended. I was so excited. I had a good time until dinner, but nothing could compare with my excitement about the ribs. So, dinner started, I got in line, got my ribs and some chicken and sat down on a bench outside to start eating. I saved my ribs for last, eating the chicken and sides first. Okay, I need to set up the scene for you now. At one point there were about 4 people crammed onto the bench, and I was sitting on the very end. By the time I finished the other food on my plate, there were only two of us on the bench and I was still sitting on the very end. Well, right as I was preparing to go for the ribs on my plate, the other guy stood up, causing the bench to act like a teeter totter, throwing my ribs to the ground. No!! My ribs were ruined! Okay, okay, they brought lots of ribs so I'll just go back and get some more. What!? There's only chicken left? No!!! I mean, the chicken was good, but I was so excited for those ribs. This really ruined the meal for me and it took me a little while before I could cheer up, swallow my pride and get some more chicken to replace the ribs that were stolen from me.

So, there you have it. A couple of examples about how meat can affect my emotions. Don't worry too much, though, there are things that I am more emotionally attached to than bacon and ribs...such as ribs wrapped in bacon.