I'd love a bloody steak and a baked potato - only get steak when my son comes in to visit. Saw him and met his "fee on say," - brother, our younger niece (50 something) and I just love her. She's the only person that ever walked into my kitchen and didn't have her eyes roll back in her head, when she saw all the clutter. Messy but clean. How could I not love someone like that?
Son only took us to breakfast - so NO steak. Maybe the POTUS will send another check and I can go to Texas Roadhouse and get one.