Due to the fact that I wasn’t planning to create a blog post with this meal, the images I shot leave a lot to be desired. The result on the canvas of my tongue, albeit, was a masterful portrait, if I do say so myself. A flame flavored palate party for two.
Anyway… You may ask if we really like our rib-eyes charred as seen here on the grill. Well, one of us does anyway. Which is why I only bobbed the shrimp and veggies rather than overcook the shrimp in the process of reaching my wife’s choice of cook temp on her steak. I prefer mine M.R. (medium rare), whereas she insist on having hers M.I. (mildly incinerated).
This was one 12 ounce rib-eye cut into two pieces by the way. I could have just bought one T-Bone and have been perfectly satisfied with the large “Short -Loin” cut portion, as she will only eat the small cut of the bone (tenderloin), but, I just can’t bring myself to grill a filet-Mignon to the M.C. (morbidly cremated) cooking temp she requires. So… moving right along…
I’d only planned on serving steak, kabob, and roasted carrot-n-spuds I had sizzling in the convection inside. But, as a pound of shrimp goes a long way between two people, my egg-sized brain hatched a half-baked idea of wooing my wife when she came home from work with some eye appealing appetizers. So… I started looking for a tray that might offer a presentable backdrop stage setting for shrimp cocktail.
And of course, the only one I could find on such a short birthed brain storm required 8 little deviled egg halves to fill in the molded indentations. Oh well, back in the kitchen I go- but, hey, I had to boil the shrimp for 3 minutes anyway, so, what’s another pan of water boiling 4 eggs @ 8 minutes putting me out of ? (She more than deserves it).
Once again I apologize for the sad picture presentation, but, to be honest, my wife was the one who suggested I take pictures and resume my all but abandoned blog page. Fortunately, I took her first recommendation, and the photos. Unfortunately, it wasn’t until we had already eaten from, and destroyed the image she had in mind for me to shoot. This of course brought another subtle bit of reconsidered advice from her sweet lips, which, sadly, I did not heed to- “don’t take the picture now stupid”!!! I’m joking…
She only “Inferred” the stupid part. Happy Father’s Day