We lost a true member of our family last week. You may remember the episode where my husband had to go next door to the neighbor’s house and grill over there in the dark. Well, it’s official. Our grill is kaput. 

R.I.P.
Weber “Silver” Outdoor Grill
1999-2008

The “open casket” viewing . . .

You gave us years of grilling pleasure, dear friend. Your skills, your smells and your zest for life will be sorely missed.

We have such fond memories of all the yummy filets, K.C. strips, steakburgers, T-bones, Porterhouses, ribeyes, sirloins and so much more you gave us.

We’ll never eat another steak and not think of you. Your time on this earth was far too short.

You really are irreplaceable. (But we’ll have to. I mean, come on. Probably with some really cool stainless steel beauty they didn’t have back in 1999.)

Sorry we didn’t give your racks one last good scrub down. Seriously, though, we were just going to throw you away so what’s the point?

You want some of this???

Yeah, there’s nothing like a steak and salad to just make your day. This happens to be a Kansas City Strip butterflied slightly and drizzled with EVOO (that’s Rachael Ray speak for extra virgin olive oil) then finished off with a little salt and pepper to taste.

Simple. Yummy. Perfect.

You can go all fancy (which I do like to do at times). Or you can keep it simple and just let the steak do its thing.

This particular strip was prepared by my mama. She likes things straightforward and unfettered. And I love her for that.

Happy Mother’s Day this weekend to all the mommies out there! May your day be simple, yummy and perfect, too!

This tidbit comes to us courtesy of sogoodblog.com. . .

No matter what your personal politics are, don’t you always wonder what really goes on in the White House? Here’s what Bill used to do when Hillary was away. If she becomes our next president I’d imagine he won’t be able to keep this hush-hush for long.

Quote from sogoodblog.com:

Meal the White House chef would secretly make for Bill when Hillary was away: 24 oz Porterhouse steak with Bernaise sauce and fried onion rings.

This cracks me up. Why was this such a secret? Was it the size of that baby that she was ashamed of? Perhaps she would have approved of something more dainty like a thin-cut ribeye or some beef tenderloin tips?

I say if you wanna hang with the big boys you’d better eat like one.

It makes perfect sense to me.