Felt loving one Saturday so decided to cook me F a nice steak. Sealed in juices on a hot stove and shoved in an oven to finish ala restaurant style. Despite a misadventure with my modern shortcut pepper sauce, I served up some striploin, not some cheap ass sirloin. Accompanied by a sad potato (which took forever to bake) with my homemade bacon bits and some undressed carrots, it kinda looked like a English school lunch. The egg on top, while suitably runny, was the disastrous result of a struggle with a heart mold.
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