Monday, February 18, 2008

Bifteck a la Fourmis

The cursed ants found our defrosting, costly grass-fed steak, even where we had hidden it in the microwave oven.

Cheeky little stinkers - wouldn't you know they'd ignore everything in the kitchen except the high-priced beef?

Luckily, we found them in the nick of time. The formic acid lent a little piquancy to the meat - I revenged myself by grilling the steak, ants and all!


7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You go girl! Can 't keep a Navy Brat down. Ants - damn the pesky critters.

Monday, February 18, 2008  
Blogger namastenancy said...

Drat blogger anyway - I am not anonymous.

Monday, February 18, 2008  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Anonymous, Navy _junior_, please. All the other services are brats, but we are juniors!

NamasteNancy, aha, your identity revealed! :-)

Tuesday, February 19, 2008  
Blogger cookiecrumb said...

Some of us weren't "juniors," a term far too decorous for the squad of punks I ran with. But we weren't brats, either.
We were just Navy Kids.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Cookiecrumb, I can't claim that my gang of varlets had any more couth than yours but we did insist on the title!

Tuesday, February 19, 2008  
Blogger namastenancy said...

Super Couth Navy Brats (or Juniors) 4-ever! and hooray for steak (next time sans the ants). I am getting myself down the the Ferry Bldg to buy some good red meat. I've been on a chicken/tofu kick for the longest time but all this rain calls for something more assertive to build up the little red cells.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008  
Blogger Zoomie said...

NamasteNancy, go get that red meat and _growl_ when you eat it! :-)

Thursday, February 21, 2008  

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