Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol' steer

Last night I babysat my nephew with my mom and my wife. I made chocolate cups with jellied raspberry coulis topped with chocolate mousse. Because there's nothing like feeding young children desserts with fresh raspberries and raw eggs.

For dinner, I had bought three ribeye steaks to throw on the grill. Then my brother and my dad showed up. My mom said, "Remember when you were kids and dad would grill one london broil for the entire family? We'll just pretend we're poor and make it work."

I said, "Mom, this is totally different. My steaks are actually good."