vacuumed

Today I tried to order the beef stroganoff pasta from West Mall's Delifrance, and when it finally arrived it was steaming (and all the other things food does to show you that it's cooked), but the beef was raw-looking and untearable.

"It's cooked, but it's just frozen.." came the reply from the manager, who didn't even attempt to make any form of compensation save to offer food of lower value than the pasta.

In other words, I don't think I'll ever go there again. However, upon reaching home, I realised that this incident was extremely bloggable, basically because I feel I identify emotionally with the uncooked beef. Everything else is passing me by, too many steaming emotions are being thrown around by various people at various people, and sometimes I do take part in the attempt to manifest emotions at appropriate times so that people will still know that I'm alive, but other than that, I'm about as frozen as the piece of beef.

I am getting more and more cow-identified everyday. Blame it on the year of birth then.