Sunday, September 5, 2010

It doesn't get much better than this

I just grilled a rib-eye so perfect I nearly teared up as I was eating it.  It was expertly seared so that the inside was red as a tree frog's eye, but the blood was cooked to clear juice and infused with the stuff of rich Texas mesquite.  I almost couldn't eat it.


Add in some fresh HEB French-like bread , Ranch Style beans with sweet onion, and cold Miller Lite, and you get the meal that caused the shortest verse in the Bible: "Jesus wept."


Did I mention that I'm wearing my boots and talking like the What-a-burger dude?  (I called Tiff "Darlin'")  I swear the ground on which I walk melds with my being and produces the deepest tones.


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