My wife = teh winFollow

I was taught it's rude to transfer a utensil between hands while eating. This was one of the first catalysts to me training myself to be ambidextrous.

You have any sisters?

Jophiel: Good morning, doctor.
Doctor: Mmmm hmmm. Good morning. I'm looking at your blood work here and based on the results your wife will be a widow in approximately 44 days.
Jophiel: Whatever are you talking about?? I'm dying? What is it?!? Please, tell me! Do I have the Big C? Is that it?
Doctor: No, no, your LDL cholesterol is 240, your triglycerides are 395, and your blood pressure is 218/154. Quite frankly, I'm surprised you're not dead even as we speak.
Jophiel: It's that damn wife of mine! She keeps feeding me stuff that makes me look like that fat kid in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! I swear, she's after my life insurance. Just last week she upped what I'm worth by $2,500,000. And she bought a bunch of rat poison. And now she's feeding me a steady diet of nothing but meat. My gall bladder must be screaming!
Doctor: Look, I'm going to put you on some statins. Here's a prescription for Vytorin, Zetia, Lopid, Crestor, Pravachol, and Lipitor. That should just about cover it. Come see me in a week and if your blood pressure hasn't gone down, I'll install a pressure relief valve in your carotid artery. Based on what I'm seeing here, if there was an air horn attached to the thing, you could have a second career as an air raid siren. In the meantime, I'd make an appointment with the funeral director if I were you.
Jophiel: Oooooh, poor poor li'l Joph. The boy'll be fatherless and his step-mother will sell him to a sweatshop making knock-off Coach bags in Gary, Indiana.

Totem

I've only ever had steak twice that was so good it never needed them(read: would actually ruin the steak). And I am no longer in Texas or Alberta so I shall load my plate with them.

Not so much. Just seems that you can walk into any half decent steak house in Texas (Dallas) or Alberta (Calgary) and get a steak cooked properly. Most other places I've been to, its a bit more like playing the lottery.

Edited, Feb 18th 2008 12:07pm by Uglysasquatch

I've never really understood the appeal of steak, honestly. I mean, I'll eat it, but I'd never order a steak out. If I'm in that caveman eating sort of mood, I much prefer something I can rip apart with my hands like chicken or lobster.

I've never been jazzed up about lobster so we can order the surf 'n turf and dine in harmony.

Sold. Although that means being near me when I'm eating something with a hard shel, which puts you at severe risk of projectile damage.

As I sit here eating my Boca burger on a tortilla because I forgot to thaw anything and it's too close to bedtime to go out and get breakfast, I've decided I seriously hate you, Joph.



Here in New Mexico, you just have to make sure you're actually in a steak house, and they're likely to know what they're doing.

ficks'd

I do all the cooking 'round these parts. I've been with my woman for just about a year now and I think she's made dinner a total of three times. 1st time she made Mac & Cheese, because I was really in the mood for it and I can't cook things that come in boxes. 2nd time, she made me a Lobster dinner to celebrate something or other; she did well with that also. 3rd time, she made something that had meat in it. Not sure what it was but I've since banished her from the kitchen. She burns stuff a lot.

Last night we had cow and onions(1:2) braised in Grimbergen Dubbel with a cauliflower quiche/tart/gratin sort of thingy. It was adequate.

Edited, Feb 18th 2008 1:06pm by Jacobsdeception

Just do like we do. Whatever you can scrape off the road, throw it on the grill and there's dinner. Hell, if you're really lucky, the truck was overheating when you hit that critter and it'll be cooked by the time you come to a stop. Win-win!

1. Not my wife.
2. I wouldn't let her cook Kobe even if she was, just referring to it in general.
3. You're in the UK, so it doesn't surprise me.

I don't like cooking meat, I make Smash do it. I'm so afraid of giving people food poisoning, that I cook everything until it hits 10 degrees higher than required to be safe on a meat thermometer. I even check hamburgers. All of them.

Nexa

I get that way with chicken. With steak, it's cooked on the outside and cool and red on the interior. According to the folks at Wikipedia, it's called "blue rare"That's some good eatin'.