In the past year or two, our family has been eating less meat. This is due to our increased awareness of meat quality and harvesting practices, the cost of high-quality meats, and the raising of our daughter as a vegetarian (for now). But my wife and I enjoy beef, chicken, fish, pork, and so the recent roast beef was a welcome change to our diet. On day two it was a nice encore. Day three found us struggling to imagine what to do with it. Last night my wife made a stir fry with roast beef and zucchini, thus killing two birds with one stone, or rather whittling down one large hunk of meat and helping cull our population-boom zucchini crop. Now it’s Day Four of the Roast Beef Epic and I’m feeling heavy in spirit and bowel. Please, please learn from my mistake on this: if there are only two meat-eaters in a family, don’t make a four-pound roast beef just for the two of you. Maybe if I were a sweaty stevedore with a walrus moustaches and a gut like an exercise ball I could’ve finished off the roast beef by now. If you don’t believe me, check out the two pictures below. The first shows the roast beef on Monday morning, after one meal. The second is an artistic representation of how it looks today, since I couldn’t take a picture because my hands are too greasy from beef fat and my metabolism has been slowed by digestion to the point where I’m too tired to lift up a camera. Uncle!