Dinner, Sunday

Late Sunday afternoon, I drove across the river to shop for dinner ingredients and some fruit for lunches this week.  The larder was looking a bit sparse. It was either go shop or eat another grilled cheese and/or egg sandwich.  M and I had just talked on the phone, earlier in the day about wanting a real meal.  She was thinking Thanksgiving like.  I opted for meat and potatoes.

At the meat counter I asked the butcher for two petite steaks (on sale).  Not too big.  It’s funny about meat.  Sometimes it actually turns me and I can’t even think about eating it, and other times I am actually craving a serving.  It was one of those days of wanting it. Not thinking about it having a face.

Came home and sautéed an organic yellow onion in some Amish butter and then sliced up a box of fresh mushrooms.  Baby Romaine salad with Steve’s favorite brown Clamato tomato( I swear they look chocolate)  and a drizzle of olive oil and red wine vinegar.  Garlic smashed Russets.

After I plated the food, I used the phone to capture the dinner.  Feeling ready for the start of a new week, fortified.

Steak dinner