These steaks were so sinful (as compared to what I am supposed to eat) that I kept hearing a voice in my head. In a hearty Irish brogue (paraphrasing John Pinette - The Meat) I kept hearing Father say "Say ten Hail Marys and get out of here, you fat bastard."
Done direct raised, at 400 until the internal was mid 130's. The Spouse got the one in the foreground, as she likes well done.
The Spouse and I will see you Sunshine Fest guys tomorrow.
BTW, we each only at about half the steak. The leftovers are for steak and eggs on Sunday.
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