My dad (surprise!) came back into town today, so to celebrate, I promised to buy him a nice steak. We rarely eat beef in the house (although we eat plenty outside the house (hamburgers, I’m looking at you)) – so it was kind of a shock how much steak cost. I mean, I wanted to celebrate, but I didn’t want to go crazy. So I picked the one on sale (of course). I didn’t even notice the “happy cow rating” when I bought it, but Jeremy did while he was cooking it and informed me that the cow was rather lowly rated in happiness points. Oh well. I acknowledge the two sides that torment each other in my body – the side that wants to better the world and the side that remains a cheapskate.
I bought two enormous steaks – one for my dad and one for the rest of us to share. Just a bit of salt and pepper.
Preparing the grill.
Dad picking out which one is his. It was delicious! Ruby and Max agree too!
