Now THAT is a steak.

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I wasn't sure... about it.  T-bone, porterhouse, depends on which edge of the roast it is cut from.  Since I went at least a full rack, I got a bit of each.  This first one that I had out, and cooked, was a porterhouse, with both types of steak in full bloom.  And thick.  She looked good, I'll say that.

And, yet, I've had questionable t-bones/porterhouses lately.  Still, I went with it.  And, today, I finally cooked the one I had out.

Rarer than my usual.  With that much bone, cooking into the meat, without causing problems, is... difficult.  Still, that wasn't a problem at all.  I quite enjoyed that.  As for the quality of the steak?  Absolutely no doubt, this was a very good steak.  It wasn't old, no stink, no death on it.  Just a fresh, fine, piece of meat.

I... was so worried it was going to be terrible.  It was a spendy shopping trip, too.  But, that is glorious.  I just had the small steak.  It went down like brown butter.  I have the big portion for the next few days.  And, that... should last me two days, very possibly three.  I was rather impressed that I was able to get down what I did eat.  That was a roast, just the small portion.

I was so excited, I forgot to have salad.  I may have one later.  Not... now, that's for certain.  Getting a bit of water in is proving a trick.  Stuffed.  Though, a salad really does sound good.

But, yes, that steak was absolutely delicious.  I gave my friend a steak, one of my ten.  I am hoping he and his wife may have a fine date night with it.  Or... three.  That is a LOT of meat.

I reset laundry, for a final spin.  Doing my best to keep on things.  Or... did I just put the last load into the dryer?  Something.  I'll check in a bit.  One load was definitely done.  It was taken out, and sorted.  Doing well.  I just have two or three loads of whites.  Mostly because I have extremely thick Turkish bath towels, bath sheets actually.  Some people couldn't even use the towels, they are too heavy.  I have four of them, three of them in for the wash.  Can only do two of those at a time, plus some smaller things... but not many smaller things.

Anyway.  I'll set the first white load up for in the morning.  Oxiclean in the basin, but no soap in the dispenser.  I do use bleach on these, being white, and towels.  So think, it doesn't even matter.  I absolutely love these towels.  Even I am dry when I am done.  Even when I was twice my size.  While I only lost a third of my weight, that was the bulk of my size.  One of my big long sleeve shirts is so big on me now, I could fit another me, at my current size, in... and still have room for easy comfort.

I have started the new old game.  What a pain to learn how to play it again.  What to do, how to do it, where to go.  Annoying, until... it isn't.  Then it just comes down to figuring out where to go, and sometimes how to get there.  Work, work, work.

On to gaming, I think.  I just fed Sassy, as it was her time.  Next time I feed her, or the time after, I'll hit laundry again.  And, maybe, get a shower in.  With whiskers having been trimmed, I may go on and shave more properly.  Or... not?  I'll see.

Dreams, of... speaking with God.  Finding out what He requires, wants, and then getting to it.  Sort of like when working and abiding any father, to a degree.  Chores, intentions, hopes.  Some talk.  It's... strange though.  I still feel like a lessor, as if I shouldn't be even... in His presence.  And, yet, when there, He is... just... dad.  He isn't worried.  Even if He was... odd about things... I'd still do as He says.

Such... strange little dreams.  I enjoy them, anyway.  Good day.