MERRY MEAT MONDAY. tuesday
Steak.
Yes, Steak.
While I’m fully aware that I am exactly one month behind of S&BJ day, this goes to prove that steak is the pinnacle of humankind. To sate our bloodthirsty desires of slaughter and further prove our masculinities with the most overcompensatory grills that George Foreman can slap his name upon; steak is a treat that has bestowed far more dreams than it has shattered, and has been our greatest companion through out tribulations and shortcomings in life. Today, I will deliver a comprehensive review of steak, and its significance to us as a whole.
These pictures of steaks shamelessly stolen from Google Images.
Is there truly anything more American than cooking steak in the backyard? While this is nothing short of fundamental foundation upon the path to having balls of steel, the true man would ideally craft a grill from the engine block of his Dodge’s hemi, powered by pure testosterone and the tears of all of the women that have ever rejected him in the past, due to his unyielding transgressions that is the mental impediment of having a vagina. Let that American flag fly, good sir - as you are our hero for the day. Get that engine running.
Now, you came here for Steak. (Note the capitalization) So it is Steak you shall receive. In the esteemed, shining star of our evolutionary prowess. Real men don’t need grills, except the platinum kind at 50 Cent concerts.
