 | "Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!" - from The Confessions of Saint Augustine |
Which is what I would say if I was presented with this dinner.
| "Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!" - from The Confessions of Saint Augustine |
Which is what I would say if I was presented with this dinner.
Beef - it's what's for dinner - except on Ash Wednesday and every Friday if you mark the old abstinence practice...
Why some people like to eat nearly raw meat is something I will never understand. I like my beef charred, thank you very much.
Don't forget the chocolate cake!
What a delicious-looking temptation in the midst of Embertide...
Uhhh, it's RAW.
Tapeworm anyone?
How do you think I keep this fantastic figure unless I had a tapeworm?
We have tartar every Tuesday evening and have yet to suffer any ill effects.
We'll outlive those folks who burn their steaks, creating crazy carcinogenic chains to foul up their systems, I'll bet.
I find it incredible that anyone who likes their beef (i.e. roast or steak) well done likes beef at all. Anything over medium-rare and you're chewing shoe-leather, rather than enjoying a succulent and juicy slab of delight.
Thank you. Yes for dinner!