I’m always interested to see what cut of steak people choose. And males and females seem to always gravitate toward specific ones.

This weekend we ate steak with two couples — neighbor friends. You can learn a lot about someone by the steak they eat. I always have a ribeye so I don’t count. We already know I have issues that need to be dealt with.

But the other two women? Filet mignon.

It never fails. It’s the smallest and debatably most tender cut. Perhaps they like to appear feminine and not at all hoggish.

I, on the other hand, have no problem eating every bite of my much larger ribeye.

The men fall into that “macho” category with two of them choosing KC strips and one a T-bone.

I like the T-bone, too. Does that make me macho?

I wore red lipstick that evening in an effort to scream, “I AM FEMALE!”

I hope it worked. Cuz my steak sure was good.

There’s an apron that’s labeled “Scary Steak Apron” over at Zazzle.com. It has this picture on it . . . 

 
I don’t understand why it’s scary, but more importantly the story behind it is intriguing. This is a photo of an abandoned mural.

Someone actually took the time to paint a HUGE steak on a wall somewhere.

Now if that doesn’t tell you a good old-fashioned steak is an integral part of our society I don’t know what will.

Check the apron out in all its glory here.

Oh, I love summer. This weekend we sat by the pool and my cabana boy served me my steak the way I like it — along with bacon for my baked potato.

We sat in the breezy early evening wishing this season could go on forever. It really makes me want to move to Miami.

The start of something beautiful

Served with love

We had planned on grilling our steaks on Friday night but first the neighbors on the right side came over for an impromptu swim. Then, the neighbors on the left side came through the gate. It was then a full-blown par-tay in the yard.

After the sun went down we ventured over to the first neighbors’ house to play their Wii. Don’t get me started on that obsession. It’s like crack.

It was 10:30 pm when we got home and put the kids to bed. So my hubby and I had popcorn for dinner.

Yummy.

So, we enjoyed our steak on Saturday night. An extra night of marinating did our steaks good. They were that much more tasty.

And the anticipation was almost more than we could stand. They were worth it though. And the service was impeccable. (Not to mention the view.)

If only I could make weekends like that last forever. Good food, fun neighbors and activities to make the kids fall into bed with exhaustion.

Summer really is the best season of them all.