Let Them Eat Steak!

That dinner was so good that I don't even know where to start. It was so beautiful that I'm tagging this post as, "arts."

Husband works a straight commission job. There is a lot of potential in such a lifestyle--potential to be eating ketchup on crackers and...potential for a reward perk after an impressive quarter. Earlier this year the latter was visited on Husband in the form of a certificate to Ruth Chris Steakhouse.

I always meet a night like this with a little trepidation. What to wear? Oh, how I wish I had time for a manicure. Should I wear my open-toed sandals? But wait...my toes are au natural, and I remember that Big Mama once said that that was bad, bad, bad.

And then there is this big fun...

Both of us go somewhere? Together? Without the children...alone? In a car? One car? Maybe we should take separate cars in weather like this. You know. Just in case.

These are the thoughts that I am tempted to think, because fear is the fiery dart torch that the adversary tries to shoot my way most often.

But by the grace of God, I hold up my shield and live!

And I was livin' large tonight! Delicious fun!

The room was so lovely I thought I could sit in it forever.

The table so clean and bright that I hated to eat upon it.

The glasses sparkled so that I didn't even ask for a straw! In fact, I'm pretty sure they were brand spanking new, and that the wait staff was just breaking them like festive Greeks in the back.

The waitress was so courteous I thought I'd like to fall all over myself telling her how much I appreciated her.

And then came the food. *sigh*

When your Husband's employer is footing the bill, you spring for the appetizers. Sauteed mushroom caps stuffed with crab meat. I. am. so. spoiled.

The salad came next--shredded like coleslaw so that every bite was the same even mixture of many different greens, and presented just out of a 4-inch-diameter, cylinder mold with *what were those?* decorative fried something strips atop the course. Wow-weee! I whispered to Husband that, "Someone in the kitchen doesn't have enough to do."

The potatoes au gratin was enough to share, and yummy for sure, but let me tell you that when Patti, our server, brought my 8 ounces of filet, cooked medium, on a 500 degree hot plate, I'm just sure I heard the sizzling butter squeal with delight.

Or was that me?

A good steak can make you talk to it and say things like, "I've been looking for you for so long. Where have you been all my life?"

And a good steak can make a slightly frumpy homeschool mom ...*shhhhh*... forget she has children. Not for too long, mind you--just long enough to savor a wonderful meal amidst good manners, clean dishes and quiet surroundings, staring at the handsomest man I know.

Oh, and then there was the cheesecake. With blueberry sauce. On a pecan crust.

When the waitress asked if there was anything else she could do for us, I asked for a "do-over." Yes, I really did.