"This highway runs from Paraguay
And I've just come all the way" Steely Dan
Well, I woke up late, hungry. The better half was off to bed. I was craving meat, so I went and got a steak and a bottle. And charcoal.
I bought a cheap steak, figuring that if i marinated it it would not matter. Not to mention the fact that carne is going through the roof lately.
So I began to dice up my cheap steak, with a little onion and portabello and green bell pepper.
I stoked up my chimney starter with newspaper and got it rolling as well.
I located the skewers in the back of the silverware drawer and began to load them up.
The Overlord let it be known they could be bribed tonight, so I doled out a couple of raw slices to them. (Tub included)
I had a pretty hot fire going, not very large. I gave two skewers ten minutes each, which seemed to be about just right.
A thunder storm passed over bringing a little bit of rain, but no more than a minor nuisance.
Oh yes, the companions. After I had eaten, I had a bit more steak left, so I made one more shish kebab. As I was pulling it off of the grill I noticed a bandito looking up at me from below the porch.
Since we have a bit of a relationship already, I offered a piece of kebob to my bandito amiga. It was a bit hot still. She, who is roughly twice as large as the Overlord, didn't know quite what to do with a piece of hot food. So she picked it up, rolled it around in her paws, then ran off to the creek to wash it off. No matter how much food they pick out of the garbage can they always make sure they wash it off before they eat it. You've got to admire that in an animal.
Who are the companions? Take a guess.
Cooking music: Random
spirits: Ravenswood Merlot
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