It Just Wasn’t To Be . . .

As you know I had planned to top off the rig’s engine oil this morning and then check for leaks,




But it just wasn’t to be. It poured down most of the night and continued into the morning. Not exactly conducive to working outside. So I’ll try again tomorrow morning. But I don’t have high hopes since The Weather Channel says there’s an 80% chance of rain tomorrow. And pretty much the rest of the week too.

Oh well.

About 2pm we headed out through the drizzle up to Webster to have lunch at Saltgrass Steakhouse, our toss-up winner for local steakhouses.

As far as steaks go for us, it’s pretty even between Longhorn and Saltgrass. Strangely enough for picking steakhouses, the clincher is the salads. Saltgrass’ Wedge Salad has become our new favorite, and since Longhorn doesn’t normally have a Wedge Salad, they lose out.

I say ‘normally’ because sometimes they do . . . kind of.  Occasionally they have what they call a Wedge Salad, but it’s not really.

Longhorn Wedge Salad

Unless you call a stalk of Romaine a ‘wedge’. Now I like Romaine lettuce (Jan doesn’t), but a wedge it’s not.

This is a Wedge.

Saltgrass Wedge Salad 5

And yes, I like a lot of pepper on my salads. Actually I like a lot of pepper on pretty much every thing.

I got the 16 oz. Pat’s Ribeye with Steak Fries, first time for potatoes in a while.

Saltgrass Pat's Ribeye 16oz

And since I really can’t eat 16 oz. of steak anymore, the first thing I did is to cut it half for leftovers.

Jan got the 6 oz. Charlotte’s Center-Cut Filet with the Grilled Green Beans, Unfortunately for photo purposes, she got started on it before I could get a picture.

Saltgrass Center Cut Filet

Note how ‘red’ Jan’s steak is. And it only took me 50+ years to get her here.

When I first met Jan she liked her steaks WELL-DONE. Note the CAPITALS. And by WELL-DONE, I mean Burnt. Shoe-Leather Burnt. But it was baby steps to get her to this point.

After many years I finally got her to Medium-Well. Then a few years back she segued all the way over to halfway between Medium and Medium-Well, which is sometimes hard to meet.

But today was a watershed moment. She actually ordered her filet Medium. And then proceeded tell me repeatedly how ‘tender and juicy’ it was.

Well, duh. I’ve only been telling her this for more than 50 years. She said that she always ate her steak like that because her father ate his that, so that’s all she ever knew.

Now she knows better.





Thought for the Day:
 

This is Why I have Trust Issues

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