Perhaps I am a bit of an odd duck.

Scattered in the recesses of my hard drive, among the photographs of my kids playing soccer, the boys wrestling with their dad, family get-togethers, first-day-of-school shots and the like are . . . pictures of steak.

Lots of ’em.

So, when my computer goes into “sleep” mode it randomly chooses photos from said hard drive to display.

It goes a little something like this:

Photo of kids in swimsuits

Shot of family dog (now deceased)

Group shot of kids playing soccer

Picture of raw meat

Posed family beach vacation photo

Picture of my husband and I at some tourist spot in New York

Closeup of steak simmering in its own juices

Weird. I know.

When friends come for dinner (inevitably, beef is involved), they must walk by my “sleeping” computer in my home office to get to the nearest bathroom from time to time.

They’ll stop and admire the photos. Until . . . the meat starts popping up.

“What is that?” they’ll inquire, exasperatedly. Like they weren’t expecting meat or something. Sheesh.

Then I go into my love of steak, the sheer beauty of a great food shot, what it takes to really focus on the main dish in the front of the plate, while still featuring the sides, blah, blah, blah.

I’ll tell them about this blog if they aren’t already aware of it, and what a true “steak enthusiast” is.

It’s my way of educating the public. One recruit at a time.

Most of the time they are intrigued. They want to know more and, perhaps, they wonder why THEY haven’t been photographing their dinners too.

There’s room for all of us, I say. Steak enthusiasts unite!

Because a great cut of meat is truly a concept we can all get behind.

Except for strict vegetarians.

And I don’t know any of those.