Now here's the deal...in my fridge is the unexpired portion of yesterday's rib of beef. The concept of operations apparently is to braise it with carrots and celery etc and serve it on creamy mashed spuds. Yet a small, quiet voice literally rippling with evil is calling to me and it says "eat the f**ker. No one will mind. Go on scarf it all down you, possibly with a little horse-radish." I know that would be wrong. Yet how can something so wrong sound so...right?! If I did give in, how would I get out of jail on this one? I could blame the dog but he's already been blamed three times today for various fart-related pranks and it might be one crime too many...he knows that I've got him in the frame for a cream cake raid later anyway.