Last year, Tanya made us Wagyu steak for our 14th anniversary. Emily (10 at the time) put ketchup on it. It was the most amazing steak I'd ever tasted (aside from what Russ has fed me) and she put dead tomatoes on it. DISGUSTING! I like my whiskey with a little ice, or neat. No mixing.

 

I was out, WITHOUT a jacket even!

Breakfast steak and eggs, A1, because breakfast steaks are always shitty.

My MIL, before she passed, put ketchup on every steak. I refused to cook steaks for her ever again and she ate chicken at my house forever more. Don’t screw with my steaks.

EDIT: With one exception. My next door neighbor had throat cancer and has to make sure his food is well lubed before he swallows it. I don’t mind if he does it….but that’s it!

 

next they will be boiling their steaks.

 

Only Jack does that…..

 

Evening, guys.

 

Your Gregness.

 

Hi, Mick.
Did you have more storms move through your area this afternoon?

 

Greetings Gents.
I'm still stumped on a Christmas gift for Dad. He enjoys our time together as a "gift" but I still want him to have some stuff to open.

 

G'Evening, Woods...

Stan, UGGS sheepskin lined slippers. he and his feet will love you for it.

 

Do you allow your Dad to have sharp objects?
If so, a small Buck pocket knife might be an idea.
A recent picture of your family? With everyone smiling of course.
Does he still read?