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You're a dick.
With fresh, steamed asparagus (al dente) and tater your favorite way.Medium Rare Ribeye with a glass of Cabarnet or Willamette Valley Pinot Noir
With fresh, steamed asparagus (al dente) and tater your favorite way.
My new favorite way to eat taters now is to wash and slice them into 1/2 inch disks, peel left on. Coat with EVOO, and place on a foil covered oven pan. Season with garlic salt, roast at 425 for 20 to 25 minutes. Pit em next to the steak and asparagus. I like to put a dollop of sour cream on the plate with chives mixed in.
I haven't eaten a potato in 5 months a-hole.
Man, this seems pretty familiar to me on Friday or Saturday nights growing up and having to clean my plate of shoe leather. I did what I could to hide it in the napkin and "go to the bathroom" frequently. Even worse if served with peas, asparagus, zuchini, or pickled beets. Luckily we often had white bread and butter to go with it and thus, could eat half a loaf for dinner since the rest ended up elsewhere. I now refer to the "bargain meat" as "used meat" and cannot stand steak. I can barely choke down a roast or similar.But because it's relevant, and sh!thead who can't spell his own name called me out...here it goes......
As a kid we grew up poor. My dad HAD to have his steak and potatoes. So my mom, being frugal as hell, would go to the grocery store and shop for steak in the expired/marked down/cheapest POS section. She would buy the worst cut that had turned gray and had an orange 75% off sticker on it.
Now, she was also a germaphobe (I am to a degree as well). So she would bring it home and "cook" it until it was burnt. I mean REALLY burnt. The fat would literally be black and crusty.
Again, we were poor. So my mom also had a rule that we kids couldn't get up until the plate was CLEAN. Completely clean. That meant trimming the burnt fat, gristle and other unedible parts wasn't allowed So we had to eat every freaking part of this burnt up piece of roadkill called "steak".
It ruined me for many years. Even to this day steak fat is hard for me to get down.
There, now you all know. Thanks bigmouth @No_Regerts
i dont eat asparagus anymore. the trade off isnt worth it. my pee smells way too bad afterwardsI'm gonna roast a pork tenderloin on Friday with some azz-per-gus and whipped cauliflower, just for you!
Man, this seems pretty familiar to me on Friday or Saturday nights growing up and having to clean my plate of shoe leather. I did what I could to hide it in the napkin and "go to the bathroom" frequently. Even worse if served with peas, asparagus, zuchini, or pickled beets. Luckily we often had white bread and butter to go with it and thus, could eat half a loaf for dinner since the rest ended up elsewhere. I now refer to the "bargain meat" as "used meat" and cannot stand steak. I can barely choke down a roast or similar.