Frank and I are getting choosy in our old age. We’ve
decided that we’d like to have the best. We’ve always loved dining out. Where
we lived in upstate New York, though we were in a rural area, we were extremely
fortunate to live relatively near some very good restaurants. We had standing
reservations at a fine, award-winning restaurant, and regularly visited the
others. We’d have appetizers or soup, main course, dessert and coffee. And drinks
and wine, of course. When we moved south, we had to trek north into Charlotte to
find anything similar, and we got out of the custom of dining out at least once
a month.
Over the years, more good restaurants have opened closer to
home. The problem for us now is that we don’t eat very much for dinner these
days. We might go to an inexpensive or chain restaurant and have just an entrée.
On state occasions, we’re going to a French restaurant
that opened recently. We don’t have just an entrée there. Oooola la, that is
indulgence at its finest.
But, I digress. We both love filet mignon. We’ve found some
very tasty filets mignons in local restaurants. The problem now is that because
we’re having just an entrée, paying for a filet mignon – anywhere from $29 to
$40 or more per person - is just absurd. We can afford it, but why would we? I
can do up filets mignons for two for less than half the price of one eaten out.
Ah yes, the experience is supposed to count for the price. Well, we’ve
experienced the best – now we just please our taste buds at home.
All this is by way of telling you that last night, as I've been doing for a few months now, I did up two
absolutely delicious filets mignons. A bit of adobo seasoning, done in butter,
done to a turn: medium. No sauces, no extras, just delicious. Of all things,
Frank’s choice for potato was potato salad. Filet mignon and potato salad. My
mouth had a party.
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