Day Twenty Two: Eat a chunk of meat

You can guess who planned this activity, and why they chose to do it on this day - September 22nd - which happens to be his birthday. So last night we ate steak with a lovely smoked garlic and parsley sauce, with rosemary potatoes and green beans. 

I feel, though, that we may have missed a trick with this one. The challenge - eat a chunk of meat - is a very wide and vague title, and therefore opens itself up to a plethora of foodie options - we could have chosen tasty gammon steaks, or big juicy pork chops, or a rack of lamb, or something seasonal like pheasant or venison. I am feeling, this morning, that sense of regret you get when you've missed out. Don't get me wrong, the steak was nice, but to think I could now be blogging about my first foray into cooking rabbit or the experience of roasting a big, fatty duck leg makes me feel a little deflated. 

But never mind. We had steak, and it was okay - not the best, but okay. 

Now, cooking steak scares me. I never seem to get it perfect; usually it's over done. Still tastes yummy, but with every mouthful you can also taste a hint of bitter disappointment, that it could be so much more, so much juicer and tender. Despite this, Tom always says that I am the steak cooking guru (which isn't true); I think it's because he loves me. Which is nice. 

There isn't really much more to say about this escapade, apart from that it is 9am in the morning and I'm now craving steak.......