Old news from last weekend: I haven't had a steak in months...no real reason, just haven't. Mostly chicken and some pork. So last weekend I got the tank filled, picked up some cheap cuts and by God did some grilling. Some problems cropped up, as they will. Didn't clean the grill. Flare up city. The Boy running back and forth yelling "Fire!" at the top of his lungs. Didn't bother to prep the steaks, or season them. A bit charry on the outside, pink on the inside...like mammy. Only these were still tasty as fuck, as opposed to mammy's syphillitic hole. I think I was just so fired up for real beef, they'd habe been delish no matter how bad I fucked them up. As opposed to mammy.