Dear Marinated Steak,
Oh how I have longed for you. It has been a full 24 hours since I took you out of your cling wrapped prison and let you out into the world. Your time free was not long though as I generously poured honey soy marinade all over you. I watched it as it trickled down your sweet red body and seeped into your fleshy insides. But alas, I could not have my way with you just yet. Much to my disappointment, I had to wrap you up again into a tight cling wrap prison as you got accustomed to your new, mouth watering marinade. That night, my meal of mee goreng and toast was never going to satisfy me. I had to have you inside of me. Yet, I was strong. Or so I thought... Going to bed was my only option. I could not bear to stay awake with the thought of you still out there and not in me. I tossed and I turned as I tried to get you off my mind and tried to sleep. I tried counting sheep but all I could not count sheep. All I could count was cows. In particular, one cow. The cow that you came from. The cow that sacrificed its own existence to pleasure me. The cow that made me a happy man...
Morning came and all I could think of was you. But alas, you were not ready. Because to have eaten you at this stage would have lead only to disappointment. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get some milk but all I could see was you, sitting there, glistening in your shiny cling wrap blanket. You made me feel uncomfortable. You stared back at me as if to say, "Go on, you know you want me. I would feel great inside of you."
NO STEAK NO!!! I will have my way with you tonight! I unenthusiastically swished my spoon thru my cereal as I thought of you and how each little sultan bran piece reminded me of you...
Lunch came. This time I was far away from my beloved as I could not stand to be with her during this time. She was in my head whispering, "Come here Brock, Come back to me. Don't you love me? I'll still be good. 18 hours is good enough time to marinate"
THESE VOICES. NO I TOLD YOU! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! This steak is trying to control me. I need to control my urges!
I sit down at the table of the food court about to eat my dissatisfying Mexican crêpes. My father turns to me and says, "Brock, why do you look so down?"
I wanted to tell him, "Dad, I have a steak waiting for me at home" but then I thought NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! IF YOU TELL HIM HE WILL WANT IT! This steak is not a whore. I shall never share her. She is mine. ALL MINE. I will NEVER let anyone come near her. She is helpless like an orphaned child, alone, scared, wanting to be held.... I will be with you soon my love...
The hours tick by. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes feel like hours, HOURS FEEL LIKE DAYS. I NEED YOU. I try to distract myself by watching TV...
Cooking shows. That is all that is on. I'm helpless. I'm a wreck. This steak must be mine now I can no longer wait...
The time is 6:00. Exactly 24 hours since I placed my delicate, juicy flower cool relaxation chamber. The time has come. I need you inside of me.
Gas on. Set to medium high. The frypan is oiled and ready to go. I proceed to make my microwaved mash potato and coleslaw. I do not want to be distracted as I watch my young supple baby, become a full bodied juicy piece of meat. Side dishes done. It's time.
I unwrap her from her cling wrapped embrace. I stare at her. She is dripping. She is ready. I place her gently onto the surface of the fry pan. Her sizzle brings joy to my ears. It's only a matter of time now. I have to be careful. I do not want to ruin my precious.
The minutes tick over as I carefully watch her cook. 7 minutes. Time to turn over. I flip her with delicate ease, so as to not break her perfect skin. Success.
Another 6 minutes pass. It is almost time. I need her now more than ever. My body urges to have her inside of me. 7 minutes. DONE.
She looks amazing. She is a perfect picture. My mouth is drooling with desire. I place her down onto my plate in the middle. She is the centrepiece of this performance; nothing will take that away from her. I gently place the potatoes and coleslaw around her in delicate fashion as to not overcrowd her. This is what I have been waiting for.
I sit down at my table without and music or TV. I need to be alone with my baby. A single candle flickers as I stare deeply into what I have created. This is the moment of truth. This is it. If my baby is not done correctly I may break down and cry. This is not just a steak. This is a form of art. This is my dream. This is my everything.
My fork sticks into her with a gentle prod, not as to break her yet simply hold her. My knife digs into her skin. I cut deeply until I hit the plate. I lift up my fork....
BROWN - LIGHT PINK - BROWN
She looks better on the inside than I imagined. Just enough pink to make me know she is still a woman. My fork enters my mouth. She drips onto my lips. It's as if heaven had been injected into my precious. The juices flow around my mouth as I bite down. My heart stops. I'm frozen in time. I can see and hear everything around me yet I cannot move. This steak has brought me to my knees. It is the most DELICIOUS thing that has ever touched my lips since my first kiss. Time seems to start up again and I am still in shock. This steak has made me forever happy. I take no time at all the devour the rest of this perfect masterpiece of meat. Licking the plate clean I am done. Satisfied. My mouth still drips of her juice but I am quick to reach my tongue out far to lick her up.
She is done.
I am done.
We are now no longer lovers.
We are now one.
