Felt like T-bones tonight. We eat out a lot, so cooking isn't a high priority in our household. I try to keep the frig stocked with kid-stuff (Gatorade, milk, fruit, sandwich makings, plus frozen thingies that Da Kid likes). So tonight I stopped at the store and bought giant T-bones. Mmm. I do this now and then because I know how much the weenies love a bone. My favorite steak is actually a tenderloin, but they have no bones. Gotta have a T-bone to make the pups happy.
And they KNEW. When I placed the raw meat on the plate to season (and take a picture), they were at my feet. (Should have taken a picture of that!) They drive me nuts in the kitchen, and I'm not sure why because they never get any morsels in there. Not from me, anyway. It's amazing they don't get fatally stepped on.
Seasoning? Simply JDubny's Dock, garlic powder, and basil. Mmm. Sometimes I also include lemon pepper.
My goal was medium rare. (I actually prefer RARE, but JDub gets a bit twitchy about that). The whole time I was thinking about the Receptionista who I know likes her red meat mooing at her. It turned out pretty good, actually. I'm glad I didn't cook it any longer than I did -- at least it was pink and juicy. Since the steaks were so big, the only accompaniment was some nummy green beans drizzled in butter and chopped hazelnuts. (Jeesh. I sound almost like a "cook" here. NOT!)
What's so funny these days is Sam the Cat. He has decided he's a beggar cat. Or else, he thinks he's a dog. He actually gets quite aggressive in his begging duties, and gives those dogs a run for their money. I'm certain that we will hear his tidbits returned to Earth in an upchucked manner sometime, oh, around 2:00 in the morning.
Only two bones, and they were earmarked for the Real dogs. You can't tell very well in the picture, but whenever these dogs chew a bone, they keep their tails tucked. My dad says it's to keep anything from flying out that end, sort of a "protective thing". Sam sat at the glass slider and peered out at the deck at them while they chewed away. Made me sad! He hardly has any teeth left, so it's not like he could satisfactorily have his way with a bone of his own. And when it comes to the bones, the dogs rule. He wouldn't last a second before it was snatched under his kitty nose.