As much as I make fun of Elizabeth, from the TV shows she loves (like Glee; a bunch of whiny people whom I would love to punch) or her favorite baseball team (the Yankees; ditto) the truth is that she works extremely hard and every day I think how lucky I am to have her. So every once in while, instead of watching the Lakers with friends or going out with one of my mistresses, I decide to make a nice dinner for her. She loves steak, so the other night when she got home from work I surprised her with one.
Ribeye isn't the most expensive cut of steak - that's usually the filet mignon, from the tenderloin - but it is still outstanding, especially when you get a cut beautifully marbled with fat. I let this one sit out for a little over an hour, to warm up a bit, while the grill was heating. I rubbed butter on both sides of the steak, ground some pepper on it, and slapped it on the grill. The hiss of meat when it first hits heat may be a bit of a silly thrill, but it never fails to make me happy.
The steak cooked in just a few minutes on each side. While it was on the grill I sauteed some spinach with finely chopped garlic and a little salt and pepper. It's incredibly simple and delicious.
I let the steak rest for a bit then sliced into it. I used my favorite knife, a 10" Global my friend Tracie gave me for Christmas a few years ago, but I could have cut this with a fork. I took a couple bites - I mean, I had to make sure it was good enough to serve, right? - and the pieces melted on my tongue.
Elizabeth loved the steak. There was an episode of Huell Howser interviewing old people who sleep outdoors all year. I was hoping I had earned enough goodwill to be able to watch it on the big TV.
I had not.