Beef Attack

I wonder if my upstairs neighbor is ever bothered by my beef attacks. He is a vegetarian and his kitchen is right above mine. I think you can get the idea that I like to eat a honking steak every now and then. Well, maybe more than now and then. Okay, maybe more than the occasional now and then. I can imagine that he can hear the loud sear of meat. And the smell. I bet it wafts right on up even though I have the stove fan on when I am doing a quick sear. Okay, let me tell you that I like my beef seared on the outside and practically still moving on the inside. More than rare. I have been known to make people queasy just by looking at how raw (yes, raw not rare) my beef is cooked (cooked is actually not a good description). To top it all off, I wonder how he reacts when he hears me sharpening my knife on the electric knife sharpener. The squeal from the device is unique and everyone knows what is going on -- sharpening for the slaughter. Dunt get me wrong. I am much of a salad eater (Peppermill size; think of my nemesis Portion Control) but my body just needs iron at times. So, I make a quick sear and a much quicker retreat out of the kitchen with my dinner.

Oh, forgot to mention that my nemesis Portion Control is always behind me. The steak was a pretty healthy 1-1/2 pounds. I probably have an inner wish to be a competitive eater. Not much of a healthy portion by their standards but pretty big nonetheless (I have done much more damage before).

Gadz, I really like to eat...