After a nice score at the farmer's market yesterday, this was our dinner last night: Grass-fed flank steak seasoned with Midyett rub. Side of grilled vegetables (garlic scapes, purple beans, and zucchini). Ice-cold gin & tonic. For dessert, a slice of sour cherry pie topped with vanilla gelato.Everything save for the gin, tonic, gelato, and Midyett rub came from the farmer's market.

steve wrote:Build a fucking bomb-ass fire in your fucking fireplace and look at that shit while you eat dinner and play records. Fucking ace, big crackly fire all radiant and regal.After dinner (good dinner with like Korean barbecue and kimchee and shit, something you'd do over and over again) get your ass over to the sit-down part in front of the fireplace and poke that shit. Turn them fucker logs over so they're like the open maw of hell, red and angry as a fucking rooster.Now take a long-ass skewer or get you a stick and whittle one. Put a motherfucking marsh-ass-mallow on there and toast that shit until she's brown as a nut and droopy as fuck like a pair of fat titties wrapped up into one super fat titty. Then take that beautiful shit there and smash it between the fat parts of two Tagalong Girl Scout cookies. When it's smashed together, eat that shit.Goddamn you just ate a Tagalong S'more and wasn't that the best fucking thing you ever put up your face? Yes of course it was. It was a motherfucking Tagalong S'more. There isn't a better thing to eat.I was following along with a smile until I got to the Tagalong part and then everything got real real serious.

FM Steve telling us how it's done

He had me in the palm of his hand til he brought marshmallows into it, and then I felt sick.

wellbutrin wrote:Zorg wrote:I don't actually own this, but I should.I love the concept, but that execution? You got some fine looking ladies in your small ass hot tub and you bust out the Pinot Grigio? Get it together.Could totally be a vermentino or even an Entre-Deux-Mers, but yeah, chances are. They're already naked in the hot tub, right, so you could bust out the good shit at that point.

enframed wrote:wellbutrin wrote:I love the concept, but that execution? You got some fine looking ladies in your small ass hot tub and you bust out the Pinot Grigio? Get it together.Could totally be a vermentino or even an Entre-Deux-Mers, but yeah, chances are. They're already naked in the hot tub, right, so you could bust out the good shit at that point.Maybe enframed is right. Or maybe the gals own the device, brought the brats and wine, and invited Zorg and his two bros, truly a decadent scenario. Regardless, I think a dry red lambrusco best addresses the complex combination of 1) hot tub 2) out in the cold (I assume it's winter in this photo) 3)needing a crowd pleaser 4) grilling sausages.

Now I'm really goddamed bummed I got no fireplace and won't have one any time soon.

Build a fucking bomb-ass fire in your fucking fireplace and look at that shit while you eat dinner and play records. Fucking ace, big crackly fire all radiant and regal.After dinner (good dinner with like Korean barbecue and kimchee and shit, something you'd do over and over again) get your ass over to the sit-down part in front of the fireplace and poke that shit. Turn them fucker logs over so they're like the open maw of hell, red and angry as a fucking rooster.Now take a long-ass skewer or get you a stick and whittle one. Put a motherfucking marsh-ass-mallow on there and toast that shit until she's brown as a nut and droopy as fuck like a pair of fat titties wrapped up into one super fat titty. Then take that beautiful shit there and smash it between the fat parts of two Tagalong Girl Scout cookies. When it's smashed together, eat that shit.Goddamn you just ate a Tagalong S'more and wasn't that the best fucking thing you ever put up your face? Yes of course it was. It was a motherfucking Tagalong S'more. There isn't a better thing to eat.

Zorg wrote:I don't actually own this, but I should.I love the concept, but that execution? You got some fine looking ladies in your small ass hot tub and you bust out the Pinot Grigio? Get it together.

steve wrote:...good dinner with...kimchee and shit...I think the shit will come after the kimchee, as well as the pants-ripping flatulence.