Last year at around Christmas time...

So last year, at Sarah's birthday visit in Gainesville, Steve made us some amazing prime rib...and broccoli... and just all around an amazing dinner. I crave just that dinner right now actually thinking of this. After I am done writing this insanely late blog, I am going to try (and fail) to comfort myself with a lunchmeat sandwich.

Dear Steve,

Once you made prime rib that has since ruined me for nearly any other food. I eat only to survive now. Occasionally, I eat something that I have cooked and try to pretend that it's as good as your prime rib. Only if I am drunk do I succeed.

Thanks for the blessing and the curse you gave us last Christmas.
Cassie