Sometimes I wonder if I should have been born a man. That might be an exaggeration, but sometimes I feel quite masculine. Only sometimes though. Like when I just have to have steak, rare steak, and bearnaise sauce. Not the girliest of meals, but I love it!
We eat this quite a lot, and this last time it was really really good. The steak was nice and tender, the sauce was perfect (I hate to brag, but it was) and the root vegetables and potatoes (parsnips, carrots, swede and potatoes cut into strips/wedges, baked in oven with olive oil and persillade) were lovely. Christopher bought some nice wine on his way home as well, and we had a lovely evening.