Fresh panini-like bread (I forget what the bakery called it), oven-warmed.
Porterhouse stake, seared and cooked to perfection by yours truly.
Cracked pepper sauce.
Followed by chocolate fudge cake, with a strawberry jam layer in the middle.
It was really, really tasty. It's been ages since... in fact, I don't think I've ever cooked porterhouse before. I was really pleased that I didn't mess it up. And you know what? I'm still full to the gills.
I forget that I can actually cook. I should do it more often.