The other night we grilled a delicious He's so lucky! He then proceeds to eat his perfectly grilled piece of meat, his fat and his bone. After that he proceeds to clean up mine. In the mean time, I try very hard not to watch him eat the fat because it makes me want to puke. (Just to clarify and to tell the truth - even though I think my exaggerated story is better - he doesn't eat just a plain piece of fat. It is more like a piece of meat without my detailed dissection to remove the smallest morsel of anything put pure meat - I am a steak snob. It's just a fact.).
Anyway, as supper goes on and this ritual is in progress our youngest tells us he wants more meat because he devoured all of his without tasting it. So the hubs proceeds to cut up some more meat. Joe continues to eat like the poor kid hasn't been feed in 5 days and asks once again for more meat.
By this time we were out of "perfect meat" so Jes gave him a bone and told him to 'clean it off'. Joe picks it up and chows down. So what is the point of my story? It is awesome to be the princess in a family of males because I ALWAYS will get the best steak!!!
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