We got our latest order of Omaha Steaks today. We’re dedicated carnivores, and being on the South Beach Diet again only emphasizes that fact. For the first two weeks we don’t get any fruit and can have vegetables sparingly (preferably fresh, not canned, or as I like to call them, “mother’s little helpers”). We also eat cheese until neither of us needs to use the bathroom anymore.
I unloaded the steaks and accessories and realized, this was a nice gift from John, likely intended to make my life easier by having dinner readily at hand. The only down side is, I make dinner in our house. Once in a while he cooks but only on the grill; if the weather isn’t perfect (or if he’s in a mood), say hello to Mr. Broiler. In other words, honey, what’re YOU making for dinner? Odd, but it always gets phrased as, “What’re WE having for dinner?”
Oh well. I suppose to should be happy that we now have steak, pork chops, hot dogs and baked potatoes waiting for me to thaw and grill. What on earth are we going to do with baked potatoes until we reach our goal weights? <sigh>