There are occasions when I've had beef, but I generally tend to avoid it, as a nod towards my parents' culture.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm not 18 anymore, so I'm not into starting unnecessary beefs. It's tacky.
Beef is beef, you know. Beef comes, so Beef is real.
I can eat beef, provided it's minced in disguise. I couldn't eat a gammon steak. Forget it.
We count on winning. And if we lose, don't beef. And the best way to prevent beefing is - don't lose.
My grandfather, Harry Ferguson, was a butcher in Hill of Beath; so even though my grandparents lived in some poverty, we got loads of beef. My grandmother, Meg, was a fine Scottish cook who did slow cooking.
You have to be cautious of eating continuously the same thing. Beef comes to mind right away, and there's nothing wrong with beef, but you've got to do whatever you're doing in moderation. So try to break it up a little bit. Eat some fish or some shellfish at least a couple of times a week.
I didn't grow up eating meat - I was a vegetarian until I was 18.
I prefer to die rather than eat beef.
I haven't touched a piece of meat since I read a graphic description of Chicago's slaughterhouses when I was 12.
Yes, beef is what was for dinner last night. Tonight it will be my dinner, and it will continue to be.