Last night’s “dinner” if you could call it that, was less than stellar.
Jason, Jess and I left the house at 6 p.m. with a specific task at hand. That task didn’t include eating dinner. By the time we were finished, it was 8 p.m. and we still hadn’t eaten. Rather than stop off somewhere for food, he was hell bent on getting home and making the tacos I had planned. Well I took the ground beef out and they ended up being a casualty of the refrigerator incident. The meat was no more fit to eat than a pile of dirty laundry.
Jess started asking for a burrito, so I cracked open a can of beans. I don’t buy refried beans in a can, I smash my own beans. That sounded utterly disgusting to me so I had a buttered tortilla.
At this point Jess had been begging for ice cream and we didn’t have any in the house. Off to the grocery store I went. As I was on my way to the store I always go to, I remembered a food from my past and HAD to have some. My store doesn’t carry it so I went to another store. I got home and cooked up 2 of these babies.
What is it? A regular old hamburger patty? Oh heck no! It’s a Camp’s Minute Steak. You know, the ones that come complete with a pat of butter on them? You buy them in the frozen foods aisle. These steaks are the ultimate in my childhood comfort food. Serve up a few of those with mashed potatoes and I’ll be in heaven. In fact I can’t remember the last time I had a minute steak.
Anyhow, last night’s dinner was a buttered tortilla and later 2 minute steaks, no mashed potatoes.
As always, pictures are taken with my cell phone and therefore, not the best quality.