Were we supposed to post the drafts from conference here?

My iron count was down. I was in a home of amazing cooks (when was that going to happen again?). Now what the time to eat animal for the first time in ten years. I stabbed a piece of cut up chicken, covered in Alfredo sauce, with my fork, taking a tiny nibble when it neared my mouth. I ran my tongue over it, taking in the flavor before deciding to eat more. I put the rest of the piece in my mouth, along with some noodles; I liked the crispy texture before biting into the soft chicken. After my third tiny piece, i stopped eating the chicken, conscious that my body needed to slowly adjust to animals again or else it'd get sick. I focused on the pasta.