March 10th, 2008

Come On, Sun


Did you “spring forward” this weekend?

I did. Only I forgot to spring forward this morning when it was time to get my kindergartner up for school. He was 10 minutes late.

Mom of the year.

I really, really want it to be spring. But all this snow that keeps covering my world is bringing me down.

I ordered some steakburgers last week to officially kick off spring grilling season. Even if it’s not quite time for short-sleeved tees and capri pants. (Are those still in style? I feel like I’ve been buried under an avalanche for 5 years.)

My steakburgers arrived on Friday and I did something a little different this time. I ordered the tried-and-true classic steakburgers, but also some sweet Vidalia onion steakburgers.


I like that oniony flavor and I’m excited to try these out.

My plan is to blast “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles up into the sky until it starts to brighten up. Then, I’m gonna slip on my capris, grill me up some steakburgers and enjoy my meal on my patio furniture.

I might have to wear my parka while I’m doing all this, but I’m going to think positive.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes . . .

March 7th, 2008

Home Sweet Steak


Well, I finally got my celebratory steak dinner last night.

My husband and I waited until we put the kids to bed and we (okay, he) grilled up 4 yummy sirloin steaks.


Even though our part of the world received 7 inches of snow yesterday (so bad that schools were delayed 2 hours this morning) we grilled outside, darnit!

We really just wanted some old school steaks. And we got them.

I ate 1 and my husband ate 3. Um, he told me he skipped lunch and he was really hungry.

We turned off the lights, lit some candles and just talked about the difficult week we just had. Some good steaks and some good company always seem to make me feel better.

We decided that we never want to see the inside of a hospital again and that Will Ferrell’s new movie “Semi-Pro” is probably really bad — but we might go see it anyway.

(It was kind of a stream-of-consciousness discussion.)

Good food is the elixir for all the world’s problems. I hope you have some this weekend, too!

March 6th, 2008

Wear Your Steak On Your Sleeve


Okay. I love steak, but I can’t decide if the Web site I’m about to introduce you to takes it a bit too far.

It’s Perhaps you’ve heard of it?

Nah. Didn’t think so.

This is where you can purchase such goodies as a steak pullover hoodie, steak band-aids, a steak shower curtain and steak tile appliques.

Uh-huh. I want my bathroom decorated with steak.

And here’s a quote from the product description: “DIY bathroom decoration has never been meatier.”

Do you really want it to be meaty? 

Hey, I love steak (maybe more than your average Joe) but even I’m not convinced I want pictures of it covering my paper cuts.

Check it out for yourself. I just can’t be held responsible for it offending your sensibilities.

March 5th, 2008

Babwa Wawa Talks Steak


The following is my twist on Barbara Walters’ famously ridiculous question to the stars:  If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?

If you were a steak, what kind of steak would you be?

Arnold Schwarzenegger:  Uh, hallo. A Por-tahaus.  (That’s Porterhouse to you and me.)

Angelina Jolie:  A Filet Mignon in Madeira sauce. But served with vegetables from every country in the world. I like everything to have an international flair.

Matthew McConaughey:  A Strip, baby!

Keira Knightley:  A thin-cut ribeye. Although if I actually ate one it would take me 6 days to finish it.

George ClooneyUSDA Prime Top Sirloin. Yeah, you know why.

Paul McCartneyLondon Broil. That’s where Abbey Road is, right? Close enough.

March 4th, 2008

Steak Au Yum


I’m continuing with the “I don’t want to go outside to grill so how can I stay inside and have steak?” theme today.

I’m looking out my window again and there are three inches of snow piled up on my lawn. That’s enough to keep even the most dedicated grillers inside.

So, here’s an incredible recipe for Steak Au Poivre that can be found over at

This is an all-time favorite of serious steak lovers. It’s all done inside the house on your stovetop. Hooray! And it calls for strips like these. But if you prefer filets, go for it!

You’ll find the recipe here. And don’t forget to check out the comments section there to see what other people thought when they tried the recipe. It’s always nice to know that a recipe is not just for chefs. Real families make this one — and they don’t even have to go to France to train!

Bon Appetit!

March 3rd, 2008

Sweet Freedom


This may fall into the TMI category (too much information), but I feel like we’re friends now.  So I can share.

This past Friday, my youngest son was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes. We spent three days in the hospital getting his blood sugar under control and learning, as parents, how to manage his diet, his multiple daily blood tests and insulin shots.

Boy, was this an awakening. My son is 3.

We also did a fair amount of crying.

My husband and I are now in charge of keeping our son’s insulin function running smoothly. This is quite a responsibility. And one I’ve taken for granted as just something that happens in my own body on its own.

I’ve become quite educated these past 4 days in the maze that is the diabetic diet. And, friends, I’m happy to tell you, steak is A-okay.

For the Type 1 diabetes my son has, he must adhere to a constant carbohydrate diet. Meaning he must eat between a certain range of carbs per meal or snack. Steak and meats are 0 carbs.


That made me so happy to know that when my son is old enough, he can share the joy of a good steak with his old man and his mom. (His palate is not quite there yet. But if genetics have anything to do with it, he’ll be a huge steak fan in due time.) It really is funny the things that pop into your mind when you’re trying to wrap your head around what a startling diagnosis like this means.

You just want some normalcy. And you don’t want for your child to miss out on any of life’s joys.

And, speaking of steak, I dreamed of it every night in the 30 minutes of sleep I was allotted in between shots and blood work and vital signs and various other noises on the floor.

I spent the three days in the hospital avoiding the food, while smiling and encouraging my son to eat every bite of it. A big, juicy steak was all I could think of when I closed my eyes at night.

A woman cannot live on Dr Pepper and packaged peanut butter crackers alone.

We finally busted out of the hospital on Sunday night. And there are 4 sirloin steaks in my freezer calling my name.

I’m going grill them up this week and celebrate with my husband our being on the other side of a very trying time.

It’s good to be home!

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