As part of our dinner entertainment tonight, Josh enthusiastically told us “YOU HIT A HOME RUN!!!!” He got down from the table, “ran the bases” around the island and did a victory dance by his chair.
Meanwhile, the peanut gallery threw peanuts at us and declared in whiny voices “I don’t liiiiike it” and “I just don’t want dinner” and “I WANT MACNCHEEEEEEESE!!!!!”
One cried in her high chair.
Eh, you take the good with the bad. But just because the peanut gallery throws the peanuts, YOU do not veer from your trajectory of serving a perfect medium rare steak, sous-vide and seared to perfection. And piping hot English Cross potatoes.
Do not let that peanut gallery steal your Steak joy. Make ’em brush their teeth and throw those little peanuts in bed.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
