O. M. G.
I seasoned it with salt and pepper and cooked it to medium rare out on the grill, which is how I like my steaks. It was tender enough to cut with a fork. I may have gotten around as much as 40% of it, but I'm not sure how much confidence I have in that number.
I got out the A-1 not expecting to need it. I didn't need it, but that was fine, because I was able to sneer at it for the entire meal.
I don't remember the last time I had a steak like this at home. The last time I had a steak like this at all was in 2005 or 2007 or when-the-hell-ever it was, and that was at an Outback.
Tender and tasty and grilled to perfection--wow!
Add a big salad and a big baked potato, and a slice of birthday cake--I am stuffed. I forgot the ice cream, but it's just as well, because if I ate so much as one more calorie right now I'd go all Mr. Creosote-y. (The Pepsi I'm drinking is diet. Lucky for me.)
This birthday definitely beats last year's, which consisted of me sitting on my assigned bed in the hospital, after dinner, and opening a card from my aunt and uncle...and otherwise nothing special going on.
And so what will I do now, that I've finished dinner?
If you guessed "ride the motorcycle some more", have a cookie! (You'll have to provide your own, though. I am done cooking for today.)