“IT WAS ORGASMIC!”

Someone gave my mom a pack of steaks and other meats for Christmas. Since it has been an über busy month having steaks for dinner needs some kind of preparation and everyone present. After a while and literally sick of eating, you forget about what’s in the freezer. A week or two weeks back, I was asked to make the steaks.

Good steaks are super easy to do. Bring them out from the freezer and allowed to thaw in the ref overnight. In the morning, generously season both sides with good sea salt and freshly ground pepper. I usually drizzle a little bit olive oil just enough to coat the steaks. Back into the ref they go and taken out an hour or so for them to reach room temperature before hitting the grill.

Steaks

Fire up the the grill or grill pan and have butter, slivers of garlic, and a bit of liquid seasoning on the side. When grill is steak-ready, slice and put a pat of butter on the steak, the slivers of garlic on sides of the pan, and a splash of liquid seasoning. Let sizzle for a few minutes before turning depending on how you want your meat done. Let the butter and other liquids swirl around the pan but not disturbing the meat. You want those grill marks on the steaks ya? Watch out for the garlic that they do not burn.

The steaks were pretty big (3 pieces) so after grilling I cut them in half. Having to divide the steaks for 4 people. Bahala na si Batman who gets what and how much each gets. I made sure that the sides (fats) were grilled well yet leaving the meat medium well.

Steaks

When my 13 year old son bit into his steak, he closed his eyes and said out loud, “It’s sooooo good Momma! It’s orgasmic!” All heads turned and eyes on him. “WHAAAT?!” He told us that he knew what it meant. Hahahaha. Funny guy.

When we have steaks at home, it’s automatic that there should be Baked Potato with Sour Cream, Chives, and Bacon Bits (NOT those Bacos or artificial stuff okay? Don’t be cheap please.) To minimize the “sin”, simple Mix Green Salad with Arugula, Alfalfa Sprouts, Tomatoes, Roasted Pine Nuts, and a light Lemon-Honey Vinaigrette should complete the meal.

Steaks

¡Buen Provecho!

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Some time ago, maybe a month ago, my mother and I had another shouting match over the grocery bill. From that time on, I made it clear and known that I was NOT going to do the grocery for the household anymore. I made sure I had witnesses (her yaya and the cook) and I made sure everyone else heard it. Don’t get me wrong, I am more than willing and very happy to do the grocery for the household. BUT I do not want to be shouted at and accused of buying unnecessary items which will be used or consumed in the long run anyway. I will shout back and stand my ground no doubt, especially when I know I did not do anything wrong. I was simply following the list that the cook gave me. In fact, I even brought the cook because she knows more of what is really needed. I do my own groceries at my own time which I stash in my room and keep perishable items in the kitchen ref. I label some things if need be. I admit I did buy sachets of a new brand instant coffee for myself and a big bottle of cologne for my son. The rest was on the two column intermediate pad paper that the cook wrote. It’s NOT my fault if my mother did not look at the list again. It’s not my fault if the cook and yaya added more and more items. I was really there just to bring the cook and pay. I was doing my mother a favor. But shout at me I will shout back. The Libra-Scorpio-Dragon in me has never been so alive. Haha.

So, my mother has been on her annual European vacation with her best friend. Meaning, no groceries and meats, chicken, fish etc are from her last grocery run before she left. The only I will buy for the household is bread (2 loaves, 2 packs of pandesal, 1 loaf with the household help) and eggs. I give the itemized receipts to her yaya for her to keep and show so that I will NOT be accused and shouted at again.

My son and I are the easiest to please when it comes to food. We don’t need the whole food chart in one meal. I have trained my son to eat what’s on the table. Don’t like the food? Don’t eat. Simple. I thank the heavens that my son was never a picky eater. He will eat and try anything. It’s just important to rotate the variants so that he does not get “sawa”. I usually eat alone during lunch and just eat what the household helpers have prepared for themselves. Usually 100% healthier than what I was going to be served. Mostly fish & chicken cooked steamed or boiled with lots of veggies.

Yesterday, there was absolutely no food for dinner. A quick run to grocery after football and horses, picked up a pack of linguine, a can of anchovies, a tub of cream. I knew that I still had a pack of fresh sliced mushrooms, some bacon, and asked the cook to prepare slivers of garlic. Viola…Dinner topped with fresh lemon zest. Simple. Quick. Fast. Satisfying and filling as my son had two huge servings and said that he couldn’t breathe. Hahaha. Happy tums.

Life is already complicated as it is. Why add to the stress? Inevitable at times, but there is always a less complex way to go about it. Problem is, there are just difficult people to deal with or more of live with. I know I’m right. Don’t worry, I’m not referring to my mother. Mothers are mothers that’s just the way it is. Haha.