*Warning: This post might offend vegetarians. And anyone with common sense, which I am obviously lacking today.
The hubs and I, we don’t really do Valentine’s Day. It’s not that we hate candy and flowers, it just one of those take-it-or-leave-it holidays.
So this morning was just like any other morning – we got up with the kiddo when he started squawking from his crib. Hubs let the dogs outside to potty, I plopped the munchkin in his high chair with some Cheerios and yogurt and then we sat down to read the morning news. (Ok fine, we were on Twitter. Shut it.)
After breakfast, Monkey and I read some books and hubs headed to work. A few minutes later the phone rang.
“Some fat guy in a diaper was on our porch,” my husband said.
There’s still a few inches of snow on the ground and the cat refuses to stay out at night, so I was thinking about how uncomfortable that nappied nincompoop must be out there when my husband added, “He was wearing wings.”
Most women would have caught on at this point, but I actually had a neighbor once who checked his mail while wearing pink underwear, a tutu and alien antennae, so instead of thinking “Cupid,” I was thinking “I hope that door is locked. Where’s my gun?”
Then, over the phone, I heard this weird mouth-fart noise that could only be my husband suppressing a giggle.
“You got me a card, didn’t you?” I asked, feeling like crap because I hadn’t done any Valentine’s planning at all.
And indeed, he had. It was punny and silly and perfect, and inside he’d penned a beautiful letter. I thanked him and we hung up.
As the morning progressed, I thought hard about how to reciprocate his spontaneous declaration of love.
Well you know, of course I decided on food.
We were going to have tacos for dinner tonight – not the fanciest fare even if the tortillas were going to be freshly made.
Suddenly, this post I’d seen the day before popped into my head. Restaurant- style steak! Men love red meat that’s dead, having been drowned in butter, but barely qualifying as cooked. (Or at least, mine does.)
Except that he has the car seat in the truck with him at work and it’s not like I can just zip over to the store with a toddler in the trunk of the car, and we don’t have any steak here…exactly.
Oh! But what we did have was a huge beef tenderloin my mother had bought for Christmas dinner. We’d never actually gotten around to cooking it, so it was taking up an entire shelf in my deep freeze.
Now, that’s way too much meat for our little family to consume in one meal and since we’re heading out for a little vacation later this week I didn’t want to waste it by defrosting the whole thing.
“I know,” I thought. “I’ll just cut off a little piece of the end, slice it into steaks and serve them with roasted rosemary potatoes. What man doesn’t like steak and potatoes?”
Armed with my sharpest knife, I headed into the garage to the deep freeze.
I’d seriously underestimated a couple of things.
One, the size of the tenderloin. This was a $70 hunk of beef, y’all.
Two, frozen meat is freaking hard. The knife wouldn’t even scratch the surface.
So there I am downstairs with a hunk of frozen beef that resembles a cadaver leg – trying to come up with a way to lop off the end of it – when I caught sight of hubs’ tool chest.
“I’ll chisel this mother off, “ I said to myself, returning to my beefy challenge with a hammer and a (very clean) wood chisel.
You know, I discovered that would be a great way to cut beef medallions, but it wasn’t going to get me a clean slice through the middle.
Luckily, a more thorough search of the tool cabinet revealed a fresh, unopened package of new hacksaw blades.
Now I’m standing on a pile of dirty towels, this large, plastic-wrapped tenderloin pinned to the top of the washing machine which was the only clean flat surface available, vigorously sawing back and forth while meat confetti flew everywhere.
But I got a chunk cut off that sucker for dinner. Oh yes I did.
It was about 15 minutes later, after I’d cleaned up the murder scene in the garage that I realized he’d taken the car to work and left the truck – complete with toddler car seat – in the driveway for me to use.
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71 thoughts on “And I would do anything for love…”
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Now, THAT, my friend, is real love. 😉
And your neighbor? He (she?) deserves a blog post. *snort*
He was a real piece of work, that guy. Ended up burning down his house because he got his utilities shut off, so he built a fire in the living room to keep warm. Sheesh.
Oh. My. Heavens. You are a riot. And you’re husband is a lucky, lucky man. You kids enjoy that steak!
You know, food does taste better when you’ve butchered it yourself. 😉
This is amazing. Hope dinner is was worth the hack-sawing!!
It tasted wonderful, but my shoulder was so sore from the sawing my husband had to cut my steak for me. 😉
I mean, that’s the least he could do for you, right?!
Well, I know who I’m calling next time I have a body to dispose of. Girl, this was freaking awesome. It’s like I was there in that garage with you, holding that cadaver leg still while you sawed back and forth. Mmmmm, beef.
Girl, I am from the BAYOU. I know how to get rid of a corpse.
Alligators are a lot more efficient than a hacksaw, for real.
hot dawg! she got it 😛 but i am left in wander about the colorful phrases spat at the sight of a vehicle bearing a child transportation devices.
I love that you used that for your comment name. I miss you buddy! Maybe we’ll see you next weekend?
I’m laughing hysterically! I can totally see you doing this. I pray Monkey didn’t see this. You HAVE seen Dexter, right? A scene similar to this predetermined him to grow up and be a serial killer.
I saw that same Amuse Bouche post. It can’t be true. Can it? Let me know. George’ll flip if it actually tastes that good.
Nah, he was upstairs littering the living room with Cheerios. 😉
And Amuse Bouche is correct. It tasted fabulous, especially if you don’t chicken out and you let it cook hot enough to get that butter crust.
This sounds like something I’d do. Except I might have used the table saw.
I was really glad no one was watching me. But then I went and told on myself.
If we had a table saw, I’d so have used that first.
HA HA! Loved this! That is a true display of love. Good thing you didn’t have a drill.
I went looking for the Dremel first but couldn’t find it. Probably a good thing. 😉
LOL! True love…. That actually sounds like something I would do! Happy Valentines Day!
Ann! I hope you are well. I’m headed over to your place to dig around in your recipes in a bit.
I am well….thanks for asking! I’ve missed your posting and I’m glad to see you back! How’s your new project going?
Hahahaha!! Hope it tasted good 🙂
It was sure tasty!
You kick ass lady!
I’m handy with a blade, what can I say?!
I hope your hubby thought it was the best steak ever after all the trouble!?
Too funny! That is dedication!
He was actually surprised when he got home! Then he read the blog and laughed at me.
Sooooo funny. Yes, your neighbor does deserve his own post. No, his own blog! (-:
Happy Valentine’s day, butcher. (-L
Butcher. I like that name. I’m the Butcher of Kansas City. Holla.
Now THAT’s resourceful 🙂
The visual during the dissection is cracking me up…and the discovery of the car situation is taking me somewhere beyond!
Even if he doesn’t like dinner, you KNOW he’ll LOVE the story!
He thinks I’m a nut, for real.
Impressive (and hilarious). I hope he appreciated your efforts.
He showed his gratitude by passing out on the couch promptly after dinner. 😉
I was waiting for something electrical to be pulled out! Let us know how it turned out!
I am so afraid of power saws. Shh. Don’t tell anyone. I think it’s because of a haunted house I went to as a teenager where this guy chased you with a chainsaw.
Scarred. For. LIFE.
I love this – you get an A++++ for effort regardless of how they turn out!
The lengths we go to for our loved ones, I tell ya.
Bahahaha! This was so fantastic. You rock for sticking to it. I hope hubby appreciates is.
I’m tenacious, if nothing else. 🙂 He must have enjoyed it, as he passed out on the couch immediately after dinner.
I am dying laughing. I’m laughing so hard I can barely type.
THAT was the most hilarious best story EVER! I hope that when you write a book, THAT STORY makes it in FIRST! Julie, you’re so awesome. So funny. Such a great storyteller.
When I’m having issues with a huge hunk of meat, I know just who to call….
As soon as I’ve collected a sufficient amount of ridiculous stories, I fully intend to write that book, Sarah!
I have so many “huge meat” jokes right now, but I’ll spare you them. 😉
That my dear friend is freakin’ hilarious! But ohh… the things we do for love, right?
I’m glad to see you back blogging again!
Thanks, Jackie. It’s nice to be able to drop in here and there and share a funny story. Miss you all!
That is definitely something I’d do!! Sometimes I really wonder where my brain is!
We’ve given many brain cells to our kids. Also, Twitter sucks them out, bit by bit.
OMG, this is hysterical!! How bad was the clean up and did you end up making it for dinner?
It was pretty gross…the little flecks of meat were squishy. Lots of hot water and bleach. Felt like Dexter.
I did cook it, and it was really, really good. Very tender and good flavor!
Hahahahaha!!! I’m still laughing…actually, I’m crying because I’m laughing so hard.
So how was it? Was the husband surprised?
He was very surprised! He ate two of the little filets I made.
If this is not true love, I don’t know what it.
Did you clean up the scene of the crime?
(and I reiterate, I pissed myself laughing, while reading this)
I’m fully convinced that I could dispose of a body at this point if I needed to.
Again, sorry about the pee.
It’s times like this that I wish we all had hidden cameras in our homes. I haven’t eaten red meat in 20 years. Jeff knows that any fancy dinner made by me will be chicken or fish and that the mooing meat is up to him.
It’s times like these I’m thrilled we don’t have hidden cameras in our homes! Can you even imagine?!
How sweet! If at first you don’t succeed, LOL! He is lucky to have you for his Valentine!
We’ve got our own odd brand of romance, don’t we?
This seems like something that would have gone viral on Youtube. I snorted. Funny.-Erin
For some reason, that would embarrass me. Writing it down seems funny, looking at it on video I’d seem like a psycho with a hacksaw!
Dude, I want you to recreate this scene and have someone record it so I can see you doing this. Please, pretty please. With a cherry on the top.
Have you ever seen me on video, Jessica? Do ya think I’m gonna start now? 🙂
Okay. Now THAT was FUNNY. I can totally picture myself doing the exact same crazy thing.
Thank you for the morning giggles.
I’m glad to know there are other butchers out there!
Great story. Filled with unexpected romance and meat shavings. What could be better?
That is hilarious! That sounds like something I would do! Well, now your husband knows that you really REALLY love him!
That’s frigging awesome! Complete with a hack saw!
Hahhaha, it’s okay, I’m a vegetarian and I approve of this post. 😛
You crack me up!! Loved the story and all the details. You really did a great job of taking us through it all. You had me laughing out loud. Thank you for the giggles and laughs! -LV
I have attempted this very thing but you are far more creative than I am!!
Way to be resourceful.
Funny ending! And seriously! Did you really hack that off with a hacksaw!? Bad-ass, mama!
I now absolutely adore you. You had me at the “shut it” comment to hanging on Twitter. Press on, modern mama. So glad to have found your site 🙂
Brilliant!! I had a vivid picture in my head as I read this. I bet with all that sweat and effort, it was extra tasty!!
what a sight that must have been!!! at least you didn’t try to slam the meat on the concrete floor thinking you could crack it- no….- i have never done that at all….
it is sweet that you went through a lot of trouble to do something special for him 🙂 then you saw the car seat… classic
This. Is. Awesome. The image of flying meat crumbs and a hacksaw-armed mama is cracking me up! Hope the hubs truly appreciated all your hard work in the slaughter!