So, Monday evening I was cleaning up dust bunnies from behind the dryer in the laundry room. (Yes, seriously.) I had moved the dryer out so I could really get back there.

And, um, we have cabinets that hang above the dryer.  Well, I stood straight up into the cabinets. Head first.

Bang!

One trip to the ER later, plus one CAT scan and I officially had a concussion.

It could have been worse. I had visions of going to sleep that night and not waking up. And since I didn’t want our family story turned into a Lifetime movie, I went to the hospital to make sure my head wasn’t going to explode or morph into some blob with a big bump on it.

Thank goodness my parents live 7 minutes away. My mother took my children who hadn’t been fed yet (one of whom requires carb ratio calculations and an insulin shot) and cared for them.

There was no way I could do math. Or give a shot.

My father stayed with me at the hospital. I texted my husband the deal and he met us there.

I’m sure that was a fun text to get :). No real information, just:  Hit head hard. At ER. Come quick.

When he walked in his eyes were like saucers, but as soon as he realized I was going to be okay he commenced making fun of me.

Just the way I like it.

We decided the doctor wouldn’t take us too seriously if we were giggling so we tried to cut it out.

And once we were kicked out of our “suite” in the ER I realized I was STARVING.

Oh yeah, and my head really hurt. I opted out of the $20-per-pill hospital Advil and we got some on the road.

“What do you want to eat?” my husband sweetly asked.

“Steak fajitas.”

“We could go to that Italian place over . . .”

“Steak fajitas.”

“Really?”

“Steak fajitas.”

And after my near death experience . . . those might have been the best steak fajitas I’ve ever had.

Steak fajitas photo courtesy of myrecipes.com.

Looking for that perfect gift for Grampa’s birthday? A bar mitzvah? Arbor Day?

THIS is a classic . . .

Yup, those are steaks on that there tie. Trillions and trillions of ’em.

He’ll NEVER have to worry about getting steak on his tie, ’cause guess what? He’s already got steaks on his tie!

I’m just doing a public service here. You needed to know about this.

Good day.

Photo courtesy of zazzle.com.

Sometimes I’m feeling saucy and I want to experiment with flavors and sauces and techniques. I want to try a new recipe or perfect an old one.

Other times, I just want a great steak, but I don’t want to spend a whole lotta time on it.

For those times, I like a preseasoned steak. You know, where someone has done all the heavy lifting for me.

I just put it over a flame and suddenly I’m a brilliant chef!

This baby is an already seasoned garlic and herb ribeye. I can totally see the flavor spilling out on top of it.

Okay, I’m hungry.

I’m thinking this weekend might be a preseasoned weekend. How about you???

Photo courtesy of KansasCitySteaks.com.