Steak.
mrs. blues wanted prime filet.
For Christmas day supper.
With.
Asparagus.
Roasted mini new potatoes.
With bearnaise.
But.
As tradition dictated.
She would make breakfast.
Bacon.
Eggs.
Potatoes with scheeze.
We ate sooo much of that.
We were like 2 orcas after eating a walrus.
Nap time.
No supper.
Fast forward to now.
She didn't feel like steak tonight.
Or any 'thang else.
And so....
I'm not really a steak guy.
But I can't let it go to waste.
Enter the Dragon.
Cast iron.
Onion.
Guerito chiles.
Salt and pepper.
And then.
This is just what I do.
And theres lettuce.
Lettuce.
And blue cheese dressing.
I feel sometimes.
Like I've been wandering.
Forever.
In the wilderness.
Subsisting on grubs and small vermin.
Until one day.
But I made a crucial rookie mistake.
I cut into it right out of the pan.
I was soooo hungy!!!!
It was medium.
But looks well done.
I care not.
But ya' know...
If I didna' have to clean the kitchen.
Play with Trouble.
A Les Paul.
And spend time posting on THP.
I would have made that bearnaise.