Last Friday Matt beat me home by an hour and a half. When I walked through the door, I was greeted with this:
Those are bison burgers blanketed in melted cheddar with a heap of red onions. And a side of homemade sweet potato chips. And a be-stubbled husband with a dish towel neckerchief.
So I’ve got to ask…
What on earth does one do to repay such a kindness?
A retaliation of slow-cooked pork shoulder? A barrage of oozy chocolate lava cakes?? A plethora of panko-crusted, spicy barbecue-dipped chicken tenders???
There’s a pint of Cutty’s pork fat in the fridge. Methinks that’s a pretty good place to start.
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Stop teasing the interwebs with beefy dinners that are 100x better than the random garlic noodles I just made
I guess it’s not fair to post the picture without at least an accompanying recipe! I’ll ask the chef for the preparation instructions…
Someone made that? Wow
OMG! I so want that
Officially jealous of that meal. And possibly your refrigerator.
Probably not the refrigerator, dominated as it is by carrots and kale to counteract all that lard. Full disclosure: there is a 2-year old bottle of grape Smirnoff in the fruit drawer waiting for some hapless bro to get iced.
That’s it. I am totally icing a hapless bro (or bro stand in) at charity rooftop bbq. Ryan and Eric better watch out.
We’ll save it for you!1
Mmmmmmmm bison burger. The Mister does it again!