Just had my last meal and I wanted to share the details. We decided to go to the Keg for our last supper sans Band. Here's the low down.
1-Keg Margarita
2-Lettuce Wedge Salad. Otherwise known as a reason to slather on the Blue Cheese.
3-Steak and Lobster. I've never had such a thing. One-money doesn't grow on trees. Two-I've never been marooned on a desert Isl. with my millionaire husband. And C-That's just showing off.
But since we live in Alberta, I guess we should do as Albertan's do.
I'm not much of a steak eater but I decided to go down in a blaze of glory. I’m telling you, this was the best steak ever. I had it medium well (sorry true steak aficionados-I know this is a sinful level of doneness). I didn’t fill up on the bread or the rice and this plan of attack proved to be a winning strategy. The Lobster, bless its little crustacean soul, was tender and sweet and met its buttery destiny with dignity and honor. Chris had the Baseball steak and I did my best not to let the graphic display of a basically raw hunk of beef ruin my dinner. It was kind of like a car accident, I found it hard to look away. I think the lobster and steak are dancing around in my tummy…a truly delicious “last supper”. And I didn’t have to put up with crap from the apostles this time.
Bring on the Optifast; it’s all downhill from here Baby!
Just had my last meal and I wanted to share the details. We decided to go to the Keg for our last supper sans Band. Here's the low down.
1-Keg Margarita
2-Lettuce Wedge Salad. Otherwise known as a reason to slather on the Blue Cheese.
3-Steak and Lobster. I've never had such a thing. One-money doesn't grow on trees. Two-I've never been marooned on a desert Isl. with my millionaire husband. And C-That's just showing off.
But since we live in Alberta, I guess we should do as Albertan's do.
I'm not much of a steak eater but I decided to go down in a blaze of glory. I’m telling you, this was the best steak ever. I had it medium well (sorry true steak aficionados-I know this is a sinful level of doneness). I didn’t fill up on the bread or the rice and this plan of attack proved to be a winning strategy. The Lobster, bless its little crustacean soul, was tender and sweet and met its buttery destiny with dignity and honor. Chris had the Baseball steak and I did my best not to let the graphic display of a basically raw hunk of beef ruin my dinner. It was kind of like a car accident, I found it hard to look away. I think the lobster and steak are dancing around in my tummy…a truly delicious “last supper”. And I didn’t have to put up with crap from the apostles this time.
Bring on the Optifast; it’s all downhill from here Baby!