So the day ended on pretty much the same note as it began. I completely lost my cool trying to light a propane barbecue. Three electric matches none of which worked, three old-fashioned wooden matches all of which blew out, and I absolutely refuse to use the MAPP torch which is way above my pay grade. So when Kerry came home from the hospital I was close to tears sitting staring at my steak which had been seared stovetop in a cast-iron frypan. Kerry said it smelled really good in here. I am dependent upon her for the next few days so I resisted the urge to kill.
Really, really these were matches!
Two pieces of rib cap seared in cast iron.
My plate. I insist that under the circumstances horseradish DOES count as a vegetable.
I should have gone with @Katie Meadow's first instinct.
