Since I’ve been in France, I’ve started eating a lot more beef.

There is something very traditional about living in the countryside and eating farm-fresh meat, however I had previously never felt the urge.

Now, however, it seems that I’ve turned into some sort of wild animal.

A week ago I had a pretty MAN-SIZED steak, cooked medium…

Then a couple of days later I decided to try (for the first time in my life) rare beef…

And last night I hit a new life-milestone. Raw beef (boeuf tartare), which I previously thought was some sort of myth.

Do you know why it looks like burger-mix? Because it IS burger mix.

Anyway, I ate it. It was OK, nothing special. I won’t order it again (not with steak on the menu, anyway).

Luckily, I still haven’t hit the lows of the rest of my family…