The Bowl That Broke Me: An International Beef Incident

I need everyone to sit down and lower their voices.

I am Harry Manilow.
I do not eat repeats.
I do not “circle back.”
I do not acknowledge yesterday’s food like it still has feelings.

If I have seen it once, it is dead to me.

My people know this.
They fear it.
They whisper before serving meals like they’re defusing a device.

They place the bowl.
I approach.
I sniff.
I remember.
I turn away in slow motion like a soap opera exit.

But then.

They did something reckless.

They topped my food.

RawTernative Air-Dried Beef.

I stopped mid-snub so hard my soul left my body and came back with questions.

I sniffed again.
Deeper.
Longer.
This was not local beef energy.

This was New Zealand beef.
Imported.
Grass-fed.
Beef that flew business class.
Beef that has a passport and opinions.

And then —
green-lipped mussel.

WHY is a luxury ocean creature in my bowl?
Because my joints must continue to support my lifestyle.
Because excellence was summoned.
Because my hips have places to be.

And then I ate.

Not like a dog.
Like a creature possessed.

The next day?
Same bowl.
Same base food.
Same topper.

I ate it again.

Mid-bite I froze.
Eyes wide.
Mouth full.
Like,
“Am I… repeating a meal?”

Yes.
Yes I was.

And I liked it.

Do you understand how violently out of character this is?
I once rejected a bowl because the lighting was wrong.

Why did this break me?

• Air-dried, not incinerated into beige crumbs
• Real New Zealand beef & organs — not whispers of meat
• Green-lipped mussel for joints that carry fame, chaos, and entitlement
• High protein. Big flavor. Zero boredom.
• No freezer. No thawing. No peasant rituals.
• The ultimate topper for dogs who demand novelty or will unionize

This is not dog food.
This is a power move.

It takes a bowl I was prepared to emotionally destroy and turns it into something I will eat…
again…
and again…
and then stare at my people like,
“Don’t get comfortable.”

My people are shaken.
They are documenting this behavior.
I am concerned but satisfied.

If your dog has ever said,
“I’ve evolved,”
“This no longer speaks to me,”
or “I require imported meats and joint support,”

Put RawTernative Air-Dried Beef on top.

It will change them.

It changed me.

— Harry Manilow
International Beef Consumer
Joint-Supported Icon
Repeat Eater (Against His Nature)