Ok so its January 1st. Almost through the 20 days of hell. 3 more days, then its my 29th birthday and then its all over again. Well until Valentine's Day that is.

So I cooked. Yeah me. I went big. I made a steak with frites (white & sweet potato). And I messed it all up. I so overcooked the steak. Even by my standards. I was a well-done girl when I met Tim, and he introduced me to what steak is supposed to taste like. With his help I graduated to medium-well, and now I am proud to order my steaks medium. Yup the girl who liked chared, blackend, dry bits of shoe leather, now wants to see pink.

But I overcooked it...still edible, but he would have told me I ruined a perfectly good piece of beef and had a mock funeral, fist shaking to the sky, crying out "WHY?" reaction to my dinner last night. Well if he was here, he'd have made amazing steaks, and I would have stuck to the sides and a salad like always. When it came to beef, I was the sous-chef, he was the master.

Another one of the million reasons I miss him, and wish he was still here. I never had to worry about my steak with him at the grill, and I can still see his beaming face everytime we decided to have steak. He'd point all his fingers together (like the child's game....this is the steeple) and exclaim "Exccceeeeellllleeeeennnnnnntttttttt...."

Sigh. I guess I'll stick to chicken for now. That was always when I became the chef. One day down, 364 more to go. Fuck. This really, really sucks. Deep breath. Ok, it royally sucks ass, but such is my life. I wonder if there is a website with recipes for less than 4 servings? Guess I'll go find out.