But the thing which impressed
And then I cut two wonderful steaks each from the end of this magnificent piece of beef. These were fried in a little olive oil and a little butter, with the mushrooms. The jacket potato in the microwave was served with low fat cream cheese and chives. And once again, I basked in her admiration, accompanied by my protestations that I'd not done anything at all complicated.
Oh, and she has her steak well-done. Hers went into the pan before the mushrooms went in. Mine went into the pan after everything else was already on the table. When I cut into my steak, she looked across and told me that it looked like a raspberry Newton.