UTfball68
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- Joined
- Jul 18, 2008
- Location
- Granite Quarry
Some of you may remember the story of my wife making ‘steak’ the first few years we were living together…and it was always terrible. Finally, one day, I noticed a ‘stew beef’ wrapper on the top of the trash after I just choked down a ‘steak’ and eggs dinner. Fast forward a decade…the wife decided she wanted smash burgers tonight while at the butcher. I notice the brown paper on top the trash can after dinner…ground wagyu. I guess better than the alternative, but I asked her what she thought she bought…‘I dunno, I just saw ground beef and bought a few pounds’. Oh…do you know what wagyu is??? Of course. Well that’s what you bought…and you smashed it. “Oh, I thought it was a little more expensive today”.
Obviously I’m not going hungry…but I am mourning smashed wagyu, a wagyu patty that ended up on the floor when a 3.5 year old decided she just wanted the lettuce and tomatoes on her bun, and a burger that ended up soaked in chic fil a honey bbq, because that’s my 5 year olds favorite condiment.
Obviously I’m not going hungry…but I am mourning smashed wagyu, a wagyu patty that ended up on the floor when a 3.5 year old decided she just wanted the lettuce and tomatoes on her bun, and a burger that ended up soaked in chic fil a honey bbq, because that’s my 5 year olds favorite condiment.