Rare or medium - rare was her standard, and after the roast was carved by my dad — or by me or my brother Rick, when were old enough — mom would carefully collect the blood -
red juice with globules
of fat swimming on top, pour it into a wine
glass, add a light sprinkle
of salt, and drink it.
My moderate life is filled with lots fresh, whole, real foods including kale, lean proteins, and healthy
fats, but when I really want a
glass of red wine, a margarita, a beautiful baguette, or a chocolate chip cookie, I don't deny myself and enjoy every bite or sip.