And I just ate …
Back in the day, I would eat one like that with just a bottle of red wine. No potatoes of any kind and no vegetables. I wouldn’t be worth a damn for the next day or so, though. Kinda miss that.
Enjoy, Mr B.
Well, just to flesh things out a bit and show that I am indeed concerned with my sweet family’s total nutritional healthfulness, we just finished those beasties with some green beans and linguine with pesto.
Oh, and two botlles of shiraz.
Er, bottles I means.
But really, there is no finer meal on god’s green earth than a grilled porterhouse that has been liberally dusted with garlics salt and pepper 30 minutes or so prior to the grillulating.
Tres yum.
tres.
And the aforementioned poor wabbie did manage to score some “scraps” that happened to end up on the floor due to my completely incompetent slicing technique.
Amazing, really, how my mis-hacks manage to fly off of the platter right into his bowl….
Incidentally… If you go without vegetables, it takes about forty years for your body to tox out and shut off.
If you go without animal products (the only source of B12), you’ll die of pernicious anemia in a coupla’ months. So you got THAT goin’ for ya’, which is nice.
And I love that this happened, “…two botlles of shiraz.” followed by your correction but further (the beauty), “liberally dusted with garlics salt.” I swear, Bing, I was waiting for the [hiccup]. Not picking on you. It just tickled me.
Daughter and I like creole and cajun seasonings, Mockingbird, but the Bride not so much, so for these beasties we went with the old standby.
I have to admit that even after spending four inebriated years in Virginia for college I still am not a bourbon drinker, well, aside from Maker’s Mark Manhattans, naturally.
And yes that’s 4 1/4 pounds of beefgasmic goodness for the three of us.
Ain’t gluttony grand?
WHOUFFF!
From the pure genius that is Airplane!:
Bet babe, slide a piece a da porter, drink si’ run th’ java.
Subtitle: I WOULD LIKE THE STEAK PLEASE.
And I just ate …
Back in the day, I would eat one like that with just a bottle of red wine. No potatoes of any kind and no vegetables. I wouldn’t be worth a damn for the next day or so, though. Kinda miss that.
Enjoy, Mr B.
For the three of you? What does that poor widdle wabbie get for dinner….dry dog food?
Well, just to flesh things out a bit and show that I am indeed concerned with my sweet family’s total nutritional healthfulness, we just finished those beasties with some green beans and linguine with pesto.
Oh, and two botlles of shiraz.
Er, bottles I means.
But really, there is no finer meal on god’s green earth than a grilled porterhouse that has been liberally dusted with garlics salt and pepper 30 minutes or so prior to the grillulating.
Tres yum.
tres.
And the aforementioned poor wabbie did manage to score some “scraps” that happened to end up on the floor due to my completely incompetent slicing technique.
Amazing, really, how my mis-hacks manage to fly off of the platter right into his bowl….
My favorite cut. Nice marbling; bet they were fantastic.
Incidentally… If you go without vegetables, it takes about forty years for your body to tox out and shut off.
If you go without animal products (the only source of B12), you’ll die of pernicious anemia in a coupla’ months. So you got THAT goin’ for ya’, which is nice.
And I love that this happened, “…two botlles of shiraz.” followed by your correction but further (the beauty), “liberally dusted with garlics salt.” I swear, Bing, I was waiting for the [hiccup]. Not picking on you. It just tickled me.
Hehehe, I didn’t even notice that…for obvious reasons.
Day-yam the steaks and wine were tasty.
Yeah, well, I haven’t had a glass of wine since last June. So SHUT IT! LOL!
I dust mine with Tony Chachere’s creole seasoning and wash it down with untaxed North Florida bourbon
Daughter and I like creole and cajun seasonings, Mockingbird, but the Bride not so much, so for these beasties we went with the old standby.
I have to admit that even after spending four inebriated years in Virginia for college I still am not a bourbon drinker, well, aside from Maker’s Mark Manhattans, naturally.
Acknowledged and approved!