Last night on our way into the city I wanted to stop at Kelly's roast beef. But we didn't, and we ended up having a lovely dinner in the city with cloth napkins and everything, which was fine. But I still needed roast beef. So today I went and bought tons of cold cuts and ate myself into roast beef heaven. Although I'm considering another sandwich for a late dinner/snack.

When I was pregnant with the boy, I was all about the beef. Roast beef in paricular. Rare and with salt and pepper on my sandwich. Or salted chicken salad. The salt. And the beef. Now of course, I'm reading all sorts of things into this craving.

Could just be that roast beef is delicious though.