What the HELL is going on with MEAT ME?

I am sure a lot of you have been wondering, bitching, complaining; all completely justified, where the HELL is the new content. You saw episode 3 of The American Royal and then nothing... Well I would like to take a moment to tell you (even though statistically you hate content that has nothing to do with actual MEAT).

MEAT ME is literally just ME, aka Sean Rice. I am a one man show and I do the best I can to bring you the latest and greatest MEAT content. I do the shooting, the editing, the writing, the interviews, the photos and managing the social media.

After I got back from "fooding" in New Orleans I needed to end an unhealthy relationship that I was living in for 4 years, each day I was suffering from multiple anxiety attacks a day and need to end this abusive relationship.

I was called upon by my parents 3 months ago and asked to move in and take care of my 83 year old grandma. The move took a huge weight off my back but slowly I become unhappy again. Being a caretaker did not involved taking care of me. I am still trying to build on my own freelance graphic business, but was still in need of unemployment, which comes to an end in January.

I currently owe a devastating $310,000 to the IRS from a failed business in 200. Hopefully come Monday, I'll have started filing for Chapter 7. Since the IRS audit in 2008, the same day I got out of a 96 hour jail sentence from a DUI (my second), I have been a slave to IRS lawyers and now my Bankruptcy attorney. Don't worry it gets better.

The stress keeps mounting and the anxiety keeps getting worse. The end result is no appetite. None. I go to these BBQ events and I take a few bites and can't eat a thing. The only positive thing I have going for me is; being that there is nothing to do in the San Fernando Valley I found myself at the gym everyday doing Zumba and Body Pump classes at the 24hr Fitness in Santa Clarita. Since September 5th I have gone from 238 pounds to 193 pounds. That is a total of 44 pounds in exactly 3 months, I'm in the best shape in my life.

I should be feeling pretty great about myself, right? No, I sleep on a couch in my office and usually only get out of the house for the gym, my group anxiety workshop on Fridays, and the occasional bowling night with a buddy. I hate being alone. I am extremely codependent and I have no one to center my life around to be my source of security, happiness, and self worth.

So when I returned from The American Royal in Kansas City, being the obsessive codependent that I am, I fell in love with a beautiful Latin women I got to know really well over Facebook. We hit the ground running for a full 2 weeks. I was in heaven, not to mention she was beautiful, a huge MEAT ME fan, and loved the exact same things I do. It was one of those "To good to be true". I gave up everything tying to protect this feeling. Then, SURPRISE! She disappeared. Ultimately my emotional insecurity, need, and dependency scared her away and left me destroyed.

I spent so much time worrying if she really liked me, if she felt the same way, what did every word, text, and look mean. My biggest fear was losing her and being alone. The very thing I was trying to control happened and it was my own fault.

I got sick with strep throat and was laid out for the last 2 weeks, it forced me to realize that my life needed to change. I was a wreck at my last anxiety work shop and I needed to figure out how to get myself back. I needed to focus on me. While listening to Love Line on KROQ with Dr. Drew Pinsky one night on my way home from the gym, I heard someone call in with the same issue I had "relationship retardation" they recommended the book Codependent No More: How to Stop Controlling Others and Start Caring for Yourself.

I got it. It made me realize that I spend about 90% of my brain worrying about things I can't control and letting others control me by trying to fix them. People are who they are, you either accept them or move on. This is what I am asking you to do with me. It is not easy for me be vulnerable and share this with you but I have realized we are often not along and there is someone going through the exact same thing. Being vulnerable is your greatest strength it can only help.

I apologize for depriving you of being current, leaving you hungry and entertaining content. Next Wednesday the 14th I will have episode 4 of the American Royal up for you to enjoy.

That will be followed by:
3 More episodes of the American Royal Featuring El Fuego Fiasco

3 Cooking Episodes with Ari Elle Johanna from "Things I Make In My Kitchen"

1 Episode of Christie's Butterfly Walk and Slater's 50/50

1 Santa Anita BBQ Competition

1 Episode featuring "The Great Meat Cookbook"

I appreciate your time and listening to me. This is my therapy and you guys have always been the greatest part about MEAT ME. I appreciate all of your love and support. Now I hope to be my best you.

Thank You,

Sean Rice

aka MEAT ME

LOVE is a TACO STAND!

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Seriously fucking brilliant!!! How many times have you woken up at 4 or 5 am in the morning on the day of your own party to start the process of prepping the food. You spend all day preparing each dish from foil wrapped containers in the oven to tupperware in the fridge. But instead you spend the whole night juggling appetizer refreshing, with alcohol consumption – resulting in bed hugging by 9 pm. 


Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for you to throw down your aprons and yell FUCK THAT! This is my party and I am gonna get fucked up if I want too!!!

I share with you the Oasis TKO’s taco stand (Mexican trumpets sound)!


I was lucky enough to be invited to my friend Amie & Kevin’s, house warming engagement fiesta… That it was! A fully stocked bar, taquitos, nacho cheese, cake, cinnamon chips with a variety of dipping sauces, and a mother fuckin’ taco stand, right on their front lawn. 


I walked in the front gate in awe from just the garden.  I can hear sizzling steak. I feel like I am dog sniffing around the front lawn. I look up and my mouth drops straight to the floor. A mother fuckin’ taco fuckin’ stand! I couldn’t believe it. This idea... brilliant. Not only were they able to enjoy the attention of their newly found love, they did not have to serve a damn thing! 

I was still in shock! It’s as if Drew Carey had called my name on the Price is Right! With my open palms on my cheeks I’m thinking, “Is this really for me!” It was a taco stand with my choice of chicken or beef or both. Then on the side, I had the choice of cilantro, onions, and 2 different types of salsa. The best part… All I could eat… Or at least until the party was over!


After one bite of those taco’s I was sitting in a chair on the beach in San Felipe, Mexico. By the third I was a piñata! Yes! “Don’t touch me, I may explode!” It was sensationally dynamite to say the least. Not to mention "impressive" to all the guest. Nothing says “We love our guest!”, more than a taco stand. With that statement I am grateful to have them in my life. They truly are meant for each other, just as the taco stand and I became one.

It’s about 1:30 in the am and I am still getting my drink on (Caffeine free diet coke, my only complaint for the night). The taco stand is long gone – I am enjoying the company of these amazing host’s, still partying like the night was young. Normally from preparation one would be tired and dead by 10pm. Not these two Einstein’s they are enjoying the long journey of their new love life (with cake)!

The key to a successful evening is maximizing guest interaction along with making them feel special. So a word to the wise-ass Rachael Ray Lovers! Think smarter, not harder! Get the taco stand next time. 


Hasta Luego… MEAT ME!


You can find out more about Oasis TKO’s Catering @
http://www.oasistkos.com/


You can find out how much I hate Rachael Ray @
http://www.biscuitbitch.word/


Love you guys!
Sean Rice

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YEA! Sub the Biscuits for Waffles and add MORE Gravy!!! - The Waffle

Tuesday October 4th, 2011 10:26am

And thats exactly what I said. I woke up with the irresistible temptation of waffles and a horrible headache for biscuits and gravy. iHop was out of the question even though I do honor them for making their food look EXACTLY like the pictures in the menu. Much respect iHop (pounding my chest with my fist).


Heading east down Sunset I looked in the window of The Griddle, tempting with no waiting in line, I new that there had to be some where else more rewarding. Like a switch it hit me, thoughts of stiff sugary waffles sandwiched over fried chicken with lettuce and tomatoes. 


It was like a life size google drop pin had landed in the middle of hollywood and I was headed in that direction. Destination Granted. I pulled up to "the WAFFLE" with an empty curb spot waiting for me just out front, and not a soul was waiting outside.

I entered to a few seated individuals with one waitress buzzing around on her tip toes.  I seated myself at the counter, was greeted with a nice welcome and was handed a menu like I just, got, served! Now holding in my hands the map to destination heaven, like my beautiful sofisticated companion of love, I could not make up my mind (Love You Dear!). Waffles... or Biscuits & Gravy... or both, but how??? Some how this Sam's Club of happiness didn't have what I wanted, in writing, on the menu. 


Luckily the waitress dressed in a lovely hair bob and black thick brimmed glasses like a secretary awaited my order. Still unsure I ordered the diet Coke and, sure why the hell not, a chocolate shake. 


So after a few sips of my delicious shake I decided it was time. I will combine the classic waffle with the heavenly biscuits and gravy, minus the biscuits of course that would have been to much...  I would describe the scene as may be how the plans for the Great Wall of China would be presented to the Emperor in Great Detail!!! She insist are you sure? And I insisted on her not insisting, and replied, "Absolutely!". 


She came. I ordered. Done. 


So as the clocked ticked in my head as it does on Jeopardy, I waited. 3 minutes in, she pops her head out and says, "You want the gravy on top or on the side?" Really... I was offended that she even thought that I was an, on-the-side type of person... Not her fault, I replied with a quick "TOP!"


Minutes later, around the corner it came! I was sooooo excited, sprinkled with a tiny bit of "did I fuck this up?". I could almost see my dog wagging his tail as she served me with happiness!

I took my first bite and about died... It, was, AMAZING! It was better than I expected. The salty of the gravy with the square cut sausages (I know its the only meat in the meal but its there), mixed with the SWEET of the waffle, it was creaming everywhere (the gravy that is!). Once cut with a fork the waffle suck to the gravy as if they were meant-to-be. Rich as hell, but ohhhhhhh so good. Now the regret of taking up stomach space with the chocolate shake (which had beautiful neon sprinkles on top), I feel the battle begin to ensue for more GUT ROOM.


The waitress cruzes buy with a quick, "How is it?" as if everything came to a quick holt, I replied with a whisper almost about to tear... "Its glorious!' I said, "Its better than I could have ever imagined." 


I asked her with everything on the menu why they didn't have something so simple, yet when it entered your mouth, was so sophisticated. She said she'll ask them to add it... 


In the end I did not finish. Damn you shake, but it was amazing, and until its on the menu this is what I recommend you order, consume, swallow, and/or devour!!!


The Waffle is on Sunset just east of Vine, on the North Side of the street.
6255 W Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90028


http://www.thewaffle.us/Site/Home.html


Until I make more room MEAT ME!


Sean Rice

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