Just sitting here in my cubby, doing what I do for money, when all of a sudden I get this massive craving for a big old chunk of red meat. And pepper butter-sauteed mushrooms. And a monster baked potato. And…beer.
What can this possibly mean?
WAG? It’s called ‘hunger pangs’! Forget whatever you were doing, and head for sustenance immediately.
You are a man.
Let’s go hunt dinner! Anyone else in?
You’ve come down with “ribeye cravitis” and the only cure is the application of a large hunk of charred cow. In a pinch, a few medium rare loin lamb chops would be a good substitute.
I’m right there with you, but I’m dirt poor so I’m going to head over to the local pub and grab a burger and a couple beers.
I have to go to Weight Watchers and get weighed, but after that it’s pork chop and potatoes for me (allowed on the Core plan). Ah, meat!
We’re having some beautiful Porterhouses for dinner tonight… grilled medium-rare, just a little salt and pepper…
mmmmmm
There are times when the inner caveman has to have his due.
C’mon man, grab that spear and let loose the dogs!
Damn - now you got me wanting it…
Dude…where in Denver are you? I’m in Lonetree. You got a grill?
Whatever you do, do NOT cover yourself in BBQ sauce and look in your neighbors basement for food.
Damn it, now I’m craving a 18 oz. New York strip medium rare. But I’ll be settling for some leftover pasta in the fridge.
Aw, man… now you’ve got me craving cow too!
And the wifey IM’d me a while ago and said “Curry rice for dinner?”
Curry rice? CURRY RICE?? WTF?
I sighed, and IM’d back, “OK”
It means you have to go find this guy.
From Star Trek Next Generation episode Deja Q:
Q: “Ow, I think.”
Dr. Beverly Crusher: “Now what?”
Q: “There’s something wrong with my stomach.”
Beverly: “It hurts?”
Q: “It’s making noises.”
Beverly: "Maybe you’re hungry."
(bolding mine)
Wait, aren’t you a vegetarian? Or am I mixing you up with another Doper?
Can you go hunt a wild tofubeest? Or perhaps a brandy-speckled seitan?
For the record…
the Porterhouses were fine… mmmmm
If you were not going to burn them I’d join you.
You’d rather they were bloody and mooing? 
Does the cooking term “black and blue” strike a familiar note?
Hell yeah! Tell me this: has anybody ever cut themselves by accident, stopped the blood dripping by sucking on it, and then said ‘eww, that tastes nasty’?