Realbeastofyourchoosing = door to door salesman.
Mmmmmmm roast salesman.
Almost as good as roast telemarketer.
/ bad joke.
Goes well when basted with a soy-ginger sauce after a tenderizing process involving thumping by largebunnylikecreature hindpaws..
So while sitting here contemplating sandwiches, for lack of anything else intellectual to do (at the moment that is - something Windows calls system idle process) a distant memory played across the screen of my brain. Once upon a time I had a friend (well, I still do have friends as strange as that may seem) but this particular friend is no longer in my local sphere of contact. It was the season of Lent and this friend was Roman Catholic. Being as it was Lent, he made himself a tuna sandwich with lettuce and tomato. (Not odd so far...) And put bacon on it.
Knowing that he did the fishonFriday thing and knowing that the fishonFriday thing turned into allthefishyoueverwantedforamonth thing at Lent, I asked him what was up with that.. He replied: "The tuna is for God, the bacon is for me..."
Offered as an interesting story only and not as a theological discourse on eating fish... ;-)