Yes. Perfect grilling weather. Actually, it has been pretty perfect all day long. It barely hit 70° today. Part-sun and part-overcast. All the windows have been open and I’m listening to a symphony of birds out in the back yard.
A pretty perfect day. This is the Spring we haven’t been getting. Lazy days with a book in the back yard. Or – since it is Basil Rathbone’s birthday today – a Sherlock Holmes marathon on TCM.
And a pretty perfect day calls for a pretty perfect dinner. Porterhouse steaks seemed to fit the bill quite nicely.
There were a couple of slices of bacon in the ‘fridge that just called for topping baked potatoes – and mixing into a container of fresh peas.
And what’s a steak without grilled onions to top it all off?!?
It ended up being more food than any two people could eat – but we have luncheon leftovers for tomorrow.
And Cybil ate well, too.