Yesterday when I ran to the grocery store to get some things for dinner, I almost bought two steaks at the grocery's butcher counter for dinner tonight. But being that S only eats filet mignon, and the filets at the store looked crappy, I decided not to. I told him that I was thinking about it (we rarely eat steak, simply because of how expensive a good filet will run ya), and I think he liked the idea, so this morning, before we started the great Romano-Miller Spring Cleaning of 2005, I suggested we have steak for dinner. But I told him that I'd get it from a proper butcher shop, and that it would be good stuff. He seemed to like that idea (and I confess that I thought it would make a good reward for all the work I was hoping he'd be doing), so I took myself off to the butcher.
There was almost NO filets left, but I got some of the last two. And expensive little buggers they were, too. Mine was about 6 ounces, S's about 9.5. Anyway, they looked quite good, so I felt rather justified in spending the money.
About two hours after I'd acquired said steaks, S's mom called and asked us to dinner. Excellent, says you. You can have the steak tomorrow and eat a free meal tonight. But no. No, no, no. Tomorrow, S is going to see Sith again (but digitally and with someone from Borders), and I am going to see a play in the city. So I will be eating a (hopefully free) lovely dinner out in a very neat-looking restaurant while S munches on movie popcorn.
Well, you can't let $20 worth of steak go to waste, so we regretfully had to turn down the invitation. It was worth it though, because the steak was fantastic. One thing that S and I can really cook is grilled food. We made some really scrumptious burgers a couple of weeks ago, and I want to try it again. One of our major problems with burgers is how big and fat they get, and I learned a neat trick to stop that inflation from happening, so I'm anxious to try again. I would also like to try cooking chicken on the grill, because last summer I didn't at all. So I'm going to get a nice bottle of barbecue sauce and barbecue some chicken breasts.
Oh, hell. This is boring. I'm boring myself.
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