Last nights religous experience

I love meat, but I know very little about it. I don't eat steak that much in restaurants, mostly because I prefer to eat ethnic food. There is always that awkward question when you order meat: "how do you want it done?" Last night the question was phrased different. I was eating at the River Cottage Bistro in Plymouth. I was told, the steak comes "medium rare",  but do you want it cooked any other way?

Long ago I moved from ordering steak "well done" to "medium", but eating steak cooked "rare" was almost a religious experience, because it was so tasty. I hope I am not changing into a gourmet.

chillis

Tesco have finally consented to sell me strong chillis. How I thought this was going to make me happy I don't know. I used some with my dinner. My stomach felt that it had been liquefied. I am not sure where this urge to eat the maximum strength spices comes from.. Anyway, there are places on the great Western Rd, where I can get chillis. Perhaps, these chillis are stronger that those on sale from Tesco. I have to go and find out. How can I look people in the eye, if I am not operating at maximum chilli eating strength. I can see that one day I will disappear. There will just be a pool of burnt flesh seeping under the door of my flat and into the drains.