The first night I went to Amy’s house for dinner in 2005 in Manhattan (Kansas), we both thought the take-out food sounded like crap.

She said f**k it, let’s get some steaks and grill ‘em.

I was hooked.

Happy birthday to my best friend.

Dinner tonight, in Amy’s honor, with steak at about 140 F, that I’m told by the butcher is not needle tenderized, but who would know.

Some kangaroo kabobs thrown in with a yoghurt dip.