“Kittie, get out of there!” Whenever J is out of town I make a giant, unforgivable steak. And not like a tiny fillet. This is a huge piece of beef. The salad is mostly a guilt-reducing throwaway. I did add in some onions, blue cheese, some black things (olives?)…let’s be honest I didn’t bother to take an in-focus picture because it was all about the steak. I took nine pictures of the steak. Loves it. The smell lingered into the next day, as it should be.