Steak Joy

This is the sight that made me happy last weekend.

Gimme a steak on a grill and I’m a contented gal. A ribeye and a couple of Kansas City strips have such an effect on me.

What is it about the prospect of eating a beautiful steak that just sends me into orbit? Maybe it’s because I’m pretty much guaranteed I’m gonna like it.

That’s something I don’t find in my everyday life very often.

Plus, things just don’t bother me as much if I’m eating a steak. My kids could be chasing each other around, making extremely high-pitched noises – and I just don’t care as much as I would if I were eating, say, a Lean Cuisine.

I’m looking at this meal as an investment in my mental health. And it’s doing the trick.

Whatever gets you through the day, right?