Last night we did something in this house we’ve not done in years.
We broiled steaks.
Oh, yes, we like our new stove. We filled the manse with the aroma of good things to eat and lo, they were good to eat. Our taste buds did happy dances while we feasted. I assume our guests likewise experienced satori, possibly with each bite.
Steak, asparagus, rice, sour dough rye bread, salad…we did it up royally. Two excellent bottles of wine. (My mother, by the way, would be amazed that I’d eaten asparagus willingly. As a child I was most decidedly anti-vegetable. I’m still less interested in them than in meat, but since I’ve learned what some of them taste like when properly prepared…)
Yes, I am a carnivore. …