We’ve had some really gnarly weather around here the past couple of days.

Tornadoes touching down, gale-force winds, rooftops peeling off. Nasty.

It’s JUNE for the love of Pete!

I was talking to a friend yesterday and I asked her if her house sustained any damage.

“No,” she said. “But our grill was ripped away from the house and thrown across the yard.”

My heavens, I thought. Were there steaks ablaze in there?

Apparently it was hooked up to the house’s gas line. This is not good.

They smelled gas and called the fire department. Scary stuff.

The good news? They think they can salvage the grill.

Take that, Mother Nature!

Like burgers?

Like cheese?

Check this out . . .

I know. It’s really pretty, right?

Just thought you’d like to see how we’ve been spending our time over here.

Carry on.

Adored by millions, loved by all who come into contact with it, it’s incredible that the steak sandwich has not lost its humble essence.

And that’s what we love about it.

It may start out as a snooty filet mignon, but slap it between 2 slices of bread and slather it with mayo and it becomes a simple steak sandwich — the filet’s more casual, unshaven cousin. You know the type. He’ll make inappropriate jokes about your sister and eat way too many pork rinds but he’d give the shirt off his back to you. And you inexplicably always want him around.

That’s the steak sandwich. Unassuming, jovial — awesome at Wii golf.

See what I mean? What’s not to like?

Check out PoorGirlEatsWell.com for a rockin’ steak sandwich recipe . . . plus a walk down memory lane filled with sack lunches and first grade angst.

Mmmmmmm.

Photo courtesy of PoorGirlEatsWell.com.