You know what I love...................a slab of hot, seared flesh. Hell, I love the very look of it, even uncooked! The wife is out of town for a couple of days, so I'm having a friend over for dinner tonight. Nothing fancy. Couple of nice rib eyes for the grill. I'll grill zukes smeared with garlic oil too. Baked potatoes with sour cream and chives is also on the menu. Ice cream for dessert if there's room. Personally, I'm going to try, as I do each night, to pack away absolutely as much as possible. Since my stroke (coming on five years ago in a couple of weeks), I've really just sat on my ass and lost weight, mostly muscle, since I was never a heavy person. I mean, it's really kind of ridiculous. As an adult, the only time I weighed less than I do now is when I was shooting speed 40+ years ago. I used to joke that if I stood sideways and suck my tongue out, people would mistake me for a zipper. I'm not that skinny today, but that's how I feel. Consequently, I pack as much deliciously fattening food into the food hole as I can.
Don't get me wrong. I can't imagine either of us will finish our steak. For me, and I suspect Mike as well, the leftovers will be a freakin' delicious (and generous) beef sandwich tomorrow night, with that meat sliced nice and thin. Red onion, lettuce, mustard, mayo. If there's a heaven, it'll be in my mouth.
Sadly, there are no photos of tonight's dinner yet. That'll have to come later.
One more thing: There's a thing I hate in that picture too. I hate's me some dirty stove top, he said with an embarrassed look. Sigh...