So I'm cooking up a few steaks for the neighbors at our house. The neighbors wife says, "cook mine well done." It's only a ribeye worth it's wait in gold or diamonds. I hesitate (I'm contemplating whether to ask her to leave). I don't because I'm a nice guy and really it's not that big a deal. I lie, it is a big deal. You can't cook a steak or pork chop to be sewed to the bottom of my boot...no sir.
Maybe I should have grilled some zucchini or turkey burgers and made them well done instead.
Maybe I should have grilled some zucchini or turkey burgers and made them well done instead.