For example, last week my former neighbor Amy invited me over to watch When Harry Met Sally, which I was more than willing to do. However, I told her that I wanted to make her dinner and I wanted to fix something that the Pioneer Woman would be proud of. Hopefully.
Thankfully, she was down, so I prepared to make Rib-Eye Steak with Whiskey Cream Sauce, which is all well and good, that is, until I purchased the rib-eye steaks from the grocery store, finding out that for two it was nearly thirty bucks. While that might seem like nothing to you, as an amateur chef that tries to keep his creations to around fifteen to twenty dollars for the whole meal, it knocked the bloodied wind right out of me.
But, with my mouth already open and this edible promise loudly seeping out, I purchased them, along with a small sample bottle of Jack Daniel’s from an area liquor store; thankfully, I already had everything else, like onions, spices, and so on.