So I think it’s safe to say that we’re just a little sick of beef around here. We’ve eaten so many cheese steak sandwiches lately that I feel like I’m going to start moo-ing uncontrollably any second now. And poor Dan, who is forced to eat everything I cook while I sit and stare at him with big puppy eyes (“so, how is it???”), has definitely started looking a little nauseous when he sees me pulling out the tupperware full of leftover prime rib every night. I feel bad, but I refuse to let $60 worth of meat go to waste, so we’re just going to have to suck it up and soldier on. There are worse fates than being forced to eat prime rib every day. Sigh. Variety is...
