Tonight we went to the grocery store and there in the meat counter was a glorious chunk of beef, on sale no less, begging for me to take it home. That my son, is a 25 ounce T-Bone Steak. A manly cut of meat, a glorious cut of meat. Was it delicious? Damn right it was. Cooked medium rare and big enough to enduce a food coma. The hot dogs were for your mom, who strangely enough does not like steak. Weird isn't it.
This is why living in Iowa doesn't always suck. Sure it was 95 degrees today, and will be -10 within a couple of months, but we do make good food. A big ass Iowa Steak, some Iowa sweet corn, a few ice cold beers, and even a couple of garden fresh tomatoes. Life doesn't get much better. By the way, the bread with entirely too much butter is actually just a butter delivery device for the corn. You rub the bread on the corn thereby delivering just enough butter, and not wasting too much.
I destroyed this meal. Thank God you were born in the land of plenty. God Bless the USA.
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