Kansas City Steak

When Greg told me he was coming home from Guam, he said he wanted to do three things:
(1) play golf
(2) go fishing
(3) eat a Kansas City steak.

We managed to play golf twice, once in Overland Park and once in Pittsburg. It was too hot while he was here to go fishing, the fish weren't biting. The only thing left was to eat steak.

So, we picked up a couple of Porterhouse steaks cut at least an inch and a quarter thick and put them on the grill. Carole put some twice-baked potatoes in the oven, sauteed fresh mushrooms, and prepared fresh asparagus.


As we usually do, Carole and I split one of the steaks. She took the fillet side of the bone. This is my plate with the strip side of the bone . . . only half of the Porterhouse.












Greg tackled the other Porterhouse all by himself . . . and he ate nearly the whole thing!














So, Greg had his Kansas City steak. Truly a meal fit for a King!

I always thought Greg came home to see us, but maybe it's the Kansas City steak he comes home for.

Well, maybe this will hold him until he returns for his next visit.