Wednesday, March 30, 2011

On Men and Meat

What is it with men and steak?  All I did was buy a few steaks on sale.  I asked Team Estrogen, (mom and sis), for advice and they voted that my steaks were fine for grilling.

Tonight, when I innocently asked my Dad to grill them while I finished the baked potatoes, there was a long silence and I think I actually heard his heart break when he looked at my shameful steak selection.

Apparently, they were sandwich steaks.  And puny enough to cook in 5 minutes.  And too unmanly to eat.

I asked him to grill them anyway; I was positive that they would taste fabulous with the right seasoning.  Naturally, the first thing my husband said when he walked through the door was, "these steaks....these steaks are so thin!  Why did you buy these?!"  And then I think he wondered why he married me.  And then he tore his clothes and sat in ashes.

And bless Dad's heart, he went into daddy-mode.  He came upstairs with 4 articles about steak from his personal food library.  Then he read them to me.  And then he showed me a diagram of a cow and where each cut of meat comes from.  To top off my education, we are apparently going to the local butcher for a final lesson.

Because no daughter of his will ever bring home a $3 steak if he has anything to say about it.

4 comments:

Carla Rae said...

Hilarious. Oh well. Steak sandwiches for lunch! Or stuffed steak pinwheels (if you want to go truly gourmet)! You are truly a gifted writer.

Staci said...

Oh dear! I can just see it now. So glad you're writing again! You're posts are always a highlight to the doldrums of the work day!

rhilborn said...

I've been there! Joel mistook my latest steak selections for extreme hunger because I picked thick giant steaks because his commentary is ALWAYS surrounding the thickness, or lack there of, in our steaks:).

The Mills Gang said...

Love it!! Missed your blogs!!