About ten years ago a good friend of mine gave me a cast iron pan. He gave me a box full over time. They were life changing I LOVE them. He passed a few years ago. BUT. It cemented that I LOVE to cook. RIP Jim
I love cooking for my family. Today my wife and I both had to run some errands and she said she was starving. So. While I was out I got a rib eye and tater tots.
I am usually spot on with timing. But my wife is always doing something more important than eating when I cook for her and it’s hot and ready.
I ate half the steak and tots and was happy with them. Smoked the steak rhem seared on cast iron. Damn tasty. She ate when I was already done.
Just pisses me off that so many times I put in a ton of effort for a meal that in my eyes should be eaten when it’s ready. Not when it’s cold. But she just doesn’t care and it pisses me off.