Sitting at Sarah’s, being fed by her boy, Matt. We did NOT know that he’d gone to culinary school. Good lord. I want to draw his ear to my mouth and whisper… “Last night was amazing”. Filet mignon and potato salad made with hot ballpark mustard. This morning, we awoke to steak and eggs with just an edge of spice.
S h u d d e r.
Sooo fine.
I like the way the meat came. A case of steaks, cased in plastic. Mmmm… meat buttons.
