First I thawed out two chicken thighs. Then when they were half way thawed, I remembered I had the Porterhouse steak in the freezer. So I pulled that out and figured I would have the thighs tomorrow. By the time the steak was thawed out, I had lost my appetite and decided I didn't want to eat after all. So tomorrow, steak for me, chicken thighs for Teddy Bear. But in the meantime, I have sea salted the steak and hope by the time I feel like eating it will be seasoned just right.
Teddy Bear eats better than me and my son combned. Each night he goes to Royal's, (a sandwich shop) and buys a large roast beef sandwich, minus the bun, for Teddy Bear. Then he cooks himself something quick.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"