The weather has finally taken a turn for the better around here – the sun is up, the grass is green, the trees are budding, and barbecuing may be done in shorts and t-shirts. Last week, that’s exactly what happened around the Merryfield household.
In an effort to give the baby as much good food as possible before birth, we had our steak with a quasi-greek-salad. I say quasi because it lacked two key ingredients; olives, and feta. Olives have just too much salt which isn’t good for the pregnant woman, and feta is (typically) unpasturized and therefore also not recommended for pregnant women. As the saying goes, the Lord giveth (a lack of olives, which I personally despise) and the Lord taketh away (the feta that is so dear to my heart). Anyways, I took the opportunity to document our dinner. It only put us behind schedule to eat by about a half-hour.
First things first – mushrooms. I know, not traditionally in greek salad, but around here, we put mushrooms in whatever dishes we can.
Followed by cherry tomatoes. Sweet, juicy, hard to stab with a fork when all lubed-up with salad dressing.
And I also took the liberty of selecting only the most vibrant and well-mannered peppers from the market. It was a long interview process, but I finally concluded that these kind fellows would fit the bill quite admirably.
The poor buggers never saw their doom coming until it was too late.
Finally, the cucumbers. I have nothing witty to say about cucumbers, they are long and green and they mock my efforts to get them out of that little plastic wrapper they come in.
And finally, the pièce de résistance, a nice, thick, well marbled ribeye. First, a little kosher salt & fresh ground pepper, then to the grill with you!
Jasper waited patiently for the steak to cook…
… while I lollygagged taking pictures of our maple tree…
Finally! Perfection! Even nailed the grill marks.
Next step is to slice the steak into strips for layering atop of the salad.
Sadly, this is the last picture of dinner that I have to show. Lindsay came downstairs moments after I took the above shot and dinner was served and consumed without me even noticing that my subject was disappearing. All I can leave you with is a hearty recommendation to eat when I am offering to cook for you, and this picture of Lindsay doing dishes. Long story short? It was delicious.