The drive home from work is full of motorways and dual carriageways, and this has the advantage of making it a pretty straight (if not always quick) route home. The disadvantage is that it makes for a very dull journey so to break up the motoring monotony I’ll take some of the back roads home. It was while doing this I found a Farm Shop.
A few pounds later and I’m leaving with some bacon and going back later for steak. I can’t wait for tomorrow because my lunch is going to mostly consist of this:
Yes that it is a T-Bone, and that is a dinner plate. If tomorrow is the end of the world then I am going to be going out with a bellyful of beef.
It’s been a while since we had a “you’re going to die” prompt, but I’ve done one of these a day since January 1st and I’m not breaking the streak now!
I will be enjoying my End Days Steak from the comfort of my own home with Mrs G and The Feliciraptor, normally we would go to Grandma G’s but she is on holiday, so if it is the end of the world at least I’ll be doing it somewhere I enjoy being. Getting stuck in the middle of nowhere during the apocalypse would suck, at least from the comfort of my own home I am not going to worry about finding a toilet and I can enjoy it from my own sofa.
The company will also will also be great, two of my favourite ladies around me. Even if I will be trying to keep one of them from stealing parts of my slab of meat, the Feliciraptor is crazy for beef. That’s not even one of those “Oh I really mean the other person but I am subverting your expectations” jokes. Our 18-month old is a carnivore like her Daddy.
What would be talk about as the sky comes crashing down (I’m going with a Chicken Little scenario here)? Well even if the world was ending I would still plan for tomorrow. What is the point of ruining a meal in a place you enjoy, with the people you love, and a good cut of meat with doom and gloom.
The only way I could imagine the world ending tomorrow? Not cooking that T-Bone properly and ending up with a steak that isn’t perfectly rare.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Eat, Drink, and Be Merry….”
…for tomorrow we die. The world is ending tomorrow! Tell us about your last dinner — the food, your dining companions, the setting, the conversation.