Whatever I find lying on the ground on my way home. This can include flat gum, bites of a doughnut, or possibly a swig left of whiskey. The possibilities are endless.
If you’re doing a fairly plain London Broil, with just spices on the outside rather than a marinade, I’ve discovered recently that I like mac-n-cheese or some other cheesy noodle type thing with rare beef. I like the way it tastes when the blood runs into the cheesy noodles. Hm, that sounded kind of gross.
I discovered this because my fiance suggests Kraft Mac-n-Cheese as a side dish for everything and sometimes I give in.
Whatever she cooks, god bless her soul. And it’s usually pretty good.
(And then I get to clean up afterwards, and we have our nightly discussion about whether it’s more difficult to cook or clean up, with me advocating the position that when she’s doing the cooking, the cleaning is by far the most difficult [cooks: is there some reason that it takes twelve forks and three plates to marinade and cook one pork loin for two people?]).
Tuscan chicken (over jasmine rice, because we ran out of fettuccine and I didn’t notice). And parboiled Brussel sprouts breaded with Italian bread cumbs and romano cheese, then fried.
Christmas Crackle ice cream and pecan bars for dessert.