in the raw

I can’t believe I ate this.

I know steak tartare is considered a delicacy. I also know that the friend who prepared it at last night’s dinner party went out of his way to get extremely fresh, super high-end grass-fed beef. And I know he ground it himself in his kitchen just minutes before putting it on the plate.

And it was damn good.

But I still can’t believe I ate a big patty of raw beef drenched in a whole lot of raw egg.

And that I am still alive right now.