I took out a package of meat out of the freezer over the weekend, fully intending to take advantage of the grill. I wasn't sure what it was at first, but the label said ribeyes. I had bought them some time back when my boo was over making dinner, but it turned out he showed up with New York Strip steaks, so the ones I bought went back into the freezer. Well, I didn't get around to cooking this weekend, because of course, he cooked, so the steaks sat there for the past couple of days.
Not one to let a nice slab of meat go bad, I figured I'd make 'em into fajitas for the spare to the throne. He's not a huge fan of steak, but he does love fajitas, so that was the plan. Then I realized that Thomas was off work, and my boo had made chili for me out at his house. What better way for the boys to bond than over steaks? It's a guy thing, right? So I texted Thomas and asked him over. Sure, no problem.
Next thing you know, he showed up at my house with a backpack. He laughed and said he was pulling a Jim, because Jim tends to show up here with his own spices and pans -- he's particular about his cooking, dontcha know. Thomas pulled out a cast iron skillet and a bunch of spices from his backpack, and said he was gonna show Seth how to cook like a man. When I went out the door, there were three fat ribeyes on the cutting board, with the heir to the throne hovering over them.
Ten minutes later, my phone rang. It was Seth. I picked it up, and heard a horrendous wailing noise and Seth. Seth yelling, to be exact. Yelling "WHY IS THE SMOKE DETECTOR DOING THIS?????"
Sometimes, a mother just doesn't want to know.