JazzManJim
On the Downbeat
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- Sep 12, 2001
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I was very hungry an hour ago.
And then this steak - this evil steak - called my name from the freezer.
It called itself a London Broil. It was the Anti-Steak. The One Steak to Rule them All. The Steakinator.
It was 3/4' thick with only the slightest bit of fat on it around the edges which, as it cooked, got crispy and yummy. And it was all teasingly spiced and massaged with lemon and pepper seasoning and just the barest hint of Wooshes...Worshist...Wucist...brown sauce from Lea and Perrin.
And I ate every last bit of it. With some macaroni lightly tossed with butter and oregano.
Now I am full. I am beyond full. I am UberFull!
Blurg....
And then this steak - this evil steak - called my name from the freezer.
It called itself a London Broil. It was the Anti-Steak. The One Steak to Rule them All. The Steakinator.
It was 3/4' thick with only the slightest bit of fat on it around the edges which, as it cooked, got crispy and yummy. And it was all teasingly spiced and massaged with lemon and pepper seasoning and just the barest hint of Wooshes...Worshist...Wucist...brown sauce from Lea and Perrin.
And I ate every last bit of it. With some macaroni lightly tossed with butter and oregano.
Now I am full. I am beyond full. I am UberFull!
Blurg....