Today is day one of what will be a 1.75 day fast. I’ll eat some dinner tomorrow night, something light, but after not eating all day today and tomorrow it will taste amazing. After tomorrow then I’ll be eating macrobiotic food until Friday and organic fruit if I want a snack between meals. Instead of coffee I can have green tea. I’m worried the lack of coffee is going to be one of the more challenging parts of this fast this time as I’m incredibly busy launching a site for a client right now and I’ve acquired a pretty strong daily appetite for a delicious cup of dark roast with at least one extraction in it. But I’ll survive probably.

To properly prepare for today’s fast AJ & I had New York Strip for dinner last night served with a couple bottles of the OA IPA. The IPA was a great success this time, we sparged thoroughly and properly giving the heavy hop load of the beer a sweet, rich bodied malt counterpart.

But the real star of the meal was the 6oz of New York Strip loin. I cooked it on the stove as I didn’t feel like dealing with the cold to use the grill, but even still, it was cooked to a glowing pink perfection each bite feeling like my tongue was being worked over by a swarm of highly trained, fat and salt sex-worker ninjas.

Every bite I thought it impossible to reach greater thresholds of pleasure, but then, on the next successive piece, there I was, perched on top a mountain of my previous delights and ascending even higher like some wild-eyed fatso straddling a rocketship of gristle into the milkiest parts of our universe’s bosom… My eyes rolled around in my head as my chewing slowed to a deep massage allowing the tides of thick flavor to properly bathe across my tongue. After a long minute of total submersion I’d remember that oxygen excites the senses and, at least according to most physicians, I need to breathe in order to continue enjoying red meat on this planet. Blast!

As I opened my eyes back into this world of conflicts you could imagine my relief to see that there was still more of that holy bovine stretched in grand sacrifice across my dinner plate. Bless that wonderful beast for offering me these pleasures, and waiting so patiently for me to make my next bloody move.

Such a simple meal: a well marbled cut of beast, a small red potato, complimented with a home made high-hop brew. Clearly, when programmed correctly, pleasures in this life do not need to be overly complex.