I Got Blood in My Eyes for You

Steak Dinner

I ate through this juicy steak like a menstruating teenager.  Clearly the body was craving the iron and nutrients that only beef and greens can accomplish.

Another highlight was this deconstructed wedge salad.  I love a beautiful slice of that lettuce pie but admittedly, it is not as easy to eat with all the good bits running off on ya.  This chopped version that consisted of all the good bleu cheese,  bacon, tomatoes, and red onions made the experience effortless and the could be tossed in the dressing before serving.

Feed My Frankenstein

A big steak and asparagus and spinach with mushrooms

Clearly feeling the need for some protein and iron.  Honk if you're part wolf, part vampire. 

 

I'll Give Ya Shelter From the Storm

A well cooked Steak

I felt illness coming on the day after my birthday so I treated myself to a steak thinking real beef would give me strength to fight off what was coming.  It didn't, but it did buy me a few days.

Love Don't Live Here Anymore

I have a confession. I'm just going to say it. I hate football. Okay, the world didn't end so I'll keep going. I recently lost what very little I had for football. It just fizzled out silently like the end of a candle with no warning, lights out. The flame never burned bright by any means truth be told. I think I used to talk myself into trying to enjoy it by searching out any detail of the game that might interest me. But mainly I think I just wanted to be a cool girlfriend to be honest. Sometimes women have to do pathetic things in order to spend time with their partners too. But you know what, I can lie no longer. I got nothing for this game. I do not heart the NFL. I'm over Faith Hill butchering my girl Joan's song. And when are people gonna learn that putting on a brand new pair of leather boots or pants DO NOT make you a rocker. I just need this season to end. It does end doesn't it?


In the end though, a girl must make the best of her situation and when life gives you men chasing a ball back and forth for hours upon end airing every damn day of the week and your partner seems to be entirely captivated by this nonsense, then its time for you to surrender to its power and find your own good thing. And when I find it, I will surely let you know.

Two nights ago though before I had entirely given up on football love, I figured maybe a steak would give me the butch I needed to enjoy this treasured sport. Turns out no, still nothing but I did make my lightest collard greens side ever! I boiled them for 10 minutes in salty water before draining and then sauteed them in a bit of olive oil, garlic and chili oil. Then I just topped them with some bacon bits. The garlic and the heat from the chili oil brought out the flavors and they weren't missing anything.

I See the Bad Moon Arising

Just as I suspected, last night was a full moon. You see every full moon, I get anxious, high-strung, I breathe heavier, you might call it panting. My heart feels like it beats faster, like I've been running. I crave meat and my mood is kinda foul. And if one were to really, really push me, I might just haul off and bite them. I'm actually not kidding. It's like a lunar PMS of sorts. I've always felt it, since I was a young girl. I'm not proud of it. This is a confession. I'm sharing.

Last night and most of yesterday I felt it, a little flu-ish, not well. My bones felt like they wanted to rip right out of my body. This morning I was still off and definitely not myself.

Anyway, I'm home, its over and I'm starting to calm down. For that I can be grateful. So now I need to make a quick supper that involves something good for me but more importantly some sort of red meat to quench this werewolf feeling I've been brewing. I reach for my cheap round steak. I don't mind fighting with my meat a bit, it helps release some of this pent up aggression actually. I have a fast Mustardy Kale recipe (http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Mustardy-Kale-with-Bacon-350639) and that is the whole dinner plan. I did a quickie marinade on the steaks of stone ground mustard, Worcestershire sauce and lots of cracked pepper. I'm also toasting up a little Italian bread to soak up some of this angst.

Just like in the movies when the vampires knew to take care of themselves and shield their eyes from the sun or to feed by daybreak, I've learned to take care of this weird full moon whoo-do condition of mine. When it does come I eat meat and bread. If I have to work, like I did today, I white-knuckle through it and as soon as possible, I get my crazy ass home and try not to talk too much or scare the cats. I sleep like a bear and then its over the next day.

Minute (steak) to win it!

I get these cheap sandwich steaks at Pathmark for like $2 and change. I figure, they're both twice the size of my hand so how bad can that be. We get the mental joy of eating 'steak' and it doesn't kill or even bruise the budget. But these little 'fellers are fickle. You have to season them not too much, but enough and mainly get the heat and timing right. You don't want to dry them out and you can't really under cook them but you want to get a little fry on them suckers. Both Patrick and I have fond memories of fighting back with our meat a bit, these same steaks that our moms fried up sort of like shoe leather. I (hopefully) make them a little easier on the teeth but if the edges are a little charred, it just makes us happy.

But really the main star of the plate was P's favorite cucumber-dill yogurt salad. Its simple but adding the lemon zest and cayenne pepper brings it home for me. I think the shelf life of this salad is 'same day' really but of course I'm not throwing out good food so I just drain the liquid and add some more fresh yogurt. We're in a recession ferchrissakes!