Yep, I grew up in a "rare" home. Slap that bad boy on a grill, let it sizzle, turn, let it sizzle, serve!
It ain't worth lickin' if it's not still kickin'...
Yep, I grew up in a "rare" home. Slap that bad boy on a grill, let it sizzle, turn, let it sizzle, serve!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![]()
Yep, I grew up in a "rare" home. Slap that bad boy on a grill, let it sizzle, turn, let it sizzle, serve!
I like my steak wrapped in bacon
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It ain't worth lickin' if it's not still kickin'...

Morgen (4 hours ago..)!
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Wimp.
I used to eat raw steak as a kid. I think I may have stopped because it freaked out my step-dad, I don't remember. I wouldn't be surprised though, since he tried to forbid me to drink whole milk. Wrong. I'm a whole milk or nothing girl - none of that blue crap for me. I think we must have reached an agreement, since after the age of 11 or so I drank whole milk, but didn't eat raw steak. FYI: I eat what I like now. I still drink at least a gallon of whole milk a week and love steak tartare.

I like my steak wrapped in bacon![]()
I eat dinner with my step-dad at a buffet every Friday. There is a bacon wrapped filet on the menu, but it doesn't do anything for me. It sounds heavenly, but there's something wrong. I think the bacon is too sweet or something and messes with the flavor. The bacon on the bacon wrapped pork kabobs is too sweet to. I am annoyed.
Tonight I had a bit of crab legs, oysters on the half shell, salmon with dill sauce, rib-eye-steak, a little ceviche tostado and veggies. (We're talking small bits.) If I could figure out a way to have the bacon wrapped filet next week without having to kill the sweet taste with salt, I would.

Now THAT sounds tasty (but hold the tartare, please).
Have you ever tried a mouse or two on the side? One of my cats used to love those little suckers.![]()
Mouse or mousse? Neither for me, thank you. Sera (my kitty) catches mice (although rarely eats them) and while there was mousse available for desert, I'm not much of a sweets person. I'd rather have more oysters. Years ago the love of my life and I used to go to a local bar and have oysters on the half shell and martinis. It was a bliss I will always remember.
Did that dayum goat eat your sense of humor?
I was KIDDING!
Blissful memories are good (and I'm NOT kidding).![]()
Yeah? So? And? Sorry I wasn't as funny back, I hope you don't think of me as Debbie Downer. I blame the Sauvignon blanc for not being as quick as usual.
One of my first cousins (who I adore) and her husband (who I don't adore - he makes Debbie Downer seem like fun) will be here today. We're supposed to spend the entire day evening together.