Victory claimed!

Yep, I beat that pompous piece of pork and roasted up a tenderloin fit for a king.

Furthermore, three slices of said masterpiece disappeared down the throat of yours truly.

I didn’t get sick.

I didn’t get freaked.

I just cooked and ate like the sane do.

Oh, I was rocking the bravery game, yesterday!

No telling what wondrous feat of normalcy awaits us today.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe