there was talk of us all heading down to a steakhouse tonight. when the girl says she wants steaks, you just do it. but we were hot and sweaty and lainy came in on that truimph with a bag full of ny strip steaks and some short ribs, so we fired up the grill and got to business. much better this way cause i could feed tucker some bites. grilled some summer squashes and some onions, marinated the steak in balsamic and oil with salt and pepper. out of habit. the short ribs got tossed in balsamic, worchestershire (sp?) and pepper. who knew that i really wanted a steak too. delish. and we ate outside. and tucker is still looking at me like i got something for him. beggar.
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