Meat. Real meat. Not tofu. Not some greasy burger from McWhatever.
Not some fake rolled meat bi-product containing “parts” of meat.
A man doesn’t depend on a wife or a girlfriend to cook his food.
What better meal on a cold and blustery day than a delicious roast,
seared to perfection and slow cooked in a cast iron Dutch Oven?
My wife is visiting her Mom for the day helping her pack the last of
her personal effects for the move to her new apartment. My
teenaged daughter is off running with her friends no-doubt. Won’t
they both be pleased to come home to a hot meal, fresh baked rolls
and a crisp salad on this cold and dreary day?
A real man knows how to cook, and does it well.