Finally got to it.

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I didn't check all of the meat, but the first steak I opened and checked seems okay.  Still, I am letting it rest at room temp, with salt, pepper, and garlic powder this time.  I checked the new powder.  Nice odor.  Supposed to be California garlic.  By the scent I trust it more than not.  China garlic is so old, sprayed with so many things, and such, that by the time it gets here, it has no flavor or scent.  Of course, who ever knows these days.  Even that which isn't Chinese, now, is often fake.  Americans and Europeans just fake better.

A timer is set.  When it goes off I'll get the griddle heating.  Looking forward to this, hoping it does work out.  Though, I may fry up the last of the burger, for crumble for the week.  Spicing it with the remnants of old but still potent carolina reaper, and some cayenne.  The blend is... verra noice.  I get high, medium, and some lower notes.  I have added just regular hot pepper flecks, but that really just doesn't seem to... add anything.  Below my threshold?  I may try, again.  If nothing else, it will use the other flecks up, add a bit more color, and... maybe some nearly hidden notes?  Can't hurt, is all I am saying.  A whole handful does nothing, spicewise, for me.  But, I don't think adding that much seed is good for... some places.  So I will with a simple tablespoon... along with the other spices.

Sassy has been extremely friendly.  This has been the first time I have showered twice in a row, let alone even once, in... a while.  I think she was not happy about that.  She is on me like a fly.  Just... a fly.  Which have also been all over me, lately, clean or not.  :p

Excited for the steak.  It's... been so long.  Hungry, if mostly of mind?  Yes.  Though, I think the flesh will rise to the occasion.  An extra thick t-bone.  Pretty, too, as steaks go.  Good marbling, nice edge of fat on the outside.  Yet solid.  Hungry.

I love this song, more and more.  And, when it pops, after a recent set, I suspect a woman is letting me know... she liked it, or me, both.  I so enjoy.

With this one popping with it?

And even this one?

Like roses into the ring of the bullfighter.  After the kill, of course.