Ribeyes at the Landfill

We usually go out to eat on Friday night but for whatever reason we are at home tonight. It was an idea the GG put forth last night and for whatever reason, I thought something like OK, it would be nice to hang out at the Landfill tomorrow night. What can we grill? The GG (King of Cryptic Text Messages) and I had some miscommunications about grokkery shopping today. He was at Kroger, I was slaving away at Cubelandia. In the end, he picked up some prime rib rib eye steaks at the Plum Market. I cooked up the last of the little potatoes from the last time I went to the farmers market and we had just enough lettuce and tomato to make a salad and therefore a balanced meal. It was all soooooo good. All set to the heavy metal rock I listened to when I was an angsty teenager. We were so righteous back in those days 🧡🧡🧡

We will resume our Friday night eating out routine soon, actually maybe a few weeks from now because we will be in and outta town for a while. But tonight we hung out in the Landfill backyard. Until the Mo-skee-toes got to be too annoying. It’s September, fer kee-reist. Go away, buggies.

2 Responses to “Ribeyes at the Landfill”

  1. l4827 Says:

    Looking forward to the next Olivia Titanium. Going to the Washateria tomorrow, hope to have only our clothes in the car. Today, paid our taxes to the township treasurer personally, quite by accident.

  2. Margaret Says:

    Home can be restful at times. I enjoy going out, but I’ll be happy to hang around home once I get back from Scotland.