girlfiend

Tonight, in a frying pan, I cooked the perfect steak. Before cooking I rubbed it with a clove of garlic and seasoned it with Lawry’s and fresh ground pepper. It was black and crispy on the outside, a rosy pink on the inside. I don’t know if it was pure luck that it was cooked so well or if it was the fact that since I’m a married woman I’m only buying organic meat.

This was not something I deliberated over. On a whim at the supermarket I made the decision that Boyfiend and I have to stop eating meat pumped with hormones. Despite the hefty price difference, Boyfiend didn’t argue so I bought the $14 dollar Porterhouse and the outrageously expensive boneless chicken breasts and chorizo sausage. I accidentally overcooked the chicken the other night and haven’t yet cooked the sausage, but the steak was delicious.

On the side we ate steamed broccoli and sweet potato fries baked with garlic flavored olive oil and fresh grated ginger. Now Boyfiend is cleaning the kitchen. So far married life is good.