I have a knack for timing my rare (both senses) steak preparations for times when my vegetarian friends are in the communal kitchen. Pasta with arugula and mozzarella, this they miss, but steak... The response is a mix of horror and temptation (hey, not my fault I make a mean steak even in a saucepan, even in a communal kitchen). I will soon join them downstairs, for some wine and some what, me?, I had a late lunch, but not before I've made sure this cow didn't die in vain, and not before I've wiped the bloody mess my dinner made off the counter.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
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