More than likely, it's the sense of victory or accomplishment after finishing my taxes that explains why a pack of thick porterhouse steaks becomes too difficult to resist at the grocery. It's ironic, too, because that mass of properly-sequenced forms had just made abundantly clear that being self-employed is actually very expensive...I should've been buying pork chops or chicken thighs instead! But late Friday afternoon, with fully sunny skies and the soothing warmth of temps around 80°F, it was hard to imagine it could be any better than that.
Made even more special because of the recent gift of a nice bottle of olive oil from dear friend and recent visitor Donna, which was the essential coating for the baked potato steak fries, and their seasoned salt coating, the steaks also got a light rub of that olive oil, helping the kosher salt and fresh cracked black pepper adhere. It was a scrumptious meal, all beefy and bold, and a perfect way to suggest that summer is on its way.
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