Tonight, the dark got on me before I expected, I may have jumped the gun by placing the steak on the grill before the coals were ready but I don't care (unless I've given myself food poisoning). I prepared my dinner in a manner that always seemed like a man's domain - cooking outside.
This may be one of the last Saturdays that I prepare my dinner outdoors. With the shorter days and the cooler temperatures, I will probably go back to my Saturday Shrimp. Or, I may push Saturday Shrimp to Friday and spend my Saturdays cooking one of the many recipes I have ripped from magazines and saved.
The whole point is to dine on food I enjoy. To dirty every pan in my kitchen to create something I cannot wait to put in my mouth, even if I am the only person eating it. Because when it boils down to it, I am worth it.