Today I was told I could keep my licence and I probably wouldn’t have to be reassessed in the near future.

Yay.

Mind you, I did the driving assessment while in severe pain and after a night of no sleep due to aforementioned pain. It has been a painful time in my life.

I’m also still very cross about being made to pay for the whole thing, but there you go. Peeps, I am no danger to you on the road.

Happy now?

I came home and discovered I’d left my blood monitor in the testing vehicle. I reacted to this in two ways (in my exhaustion):

1. I made myself a rather large serving of loaded potato chips (I’m not sorry) and,
2. I took advantage of an online special and bought myself a pressure canner. (Still not sorry.)

The Boy came home from the office with news that the muffins were well received and a nice piece of rump steak.

To clarify, the steak didn’t come from the office. It came from our local butcher, John Harbour. The Boy had decided we needed a bit of high living for a change and this would fit the bill.

He was right.

He also brought home a bag of spinach and some mushrooms – which was very thoughtful. So, I put some potatoes on to boil for a mash, sliced up the mushies and dug out my cast iron grill.

Now, it wasn’t a massive steak, but it was a very good quality one. I covered one side with a few sea salt flakes and a whole heap of freshly ground pepper and grilled it until it reached our level of perfection -we like it crispy on the outside, and moist-but-cooked-through on the inside.

Then, I put it aside to rest for 5 mins while I used the grill pan to sauté the mushrooms, before adding a few good handfuls of baby spinach leaves and a shake or two of nutmeg.

While we waited for that to wilt down, I mashed the potatoes with some buttermilk and sliced the rump.

Vegetarians look away now.

Then everything was plated up and the jus from the ‘resting plate’ was drizzled over the meat. In addition, I squeezed half a small lemon over the meat and the spinach, then served.

This, Ladies and Gents, was gourmet.

The dinner conversation was whether I should do a post on how to cook a steak. I know many would consider my steak to be overcooked – preferring to chew endlessly on rare beef. Others would consider it underdone, although let me assure them that this is nothing resembling rare. (It looks red, it doesn’t taste it.)

Let me know, what you’d like.

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