Tamara had picked up a couple of massive filets for Sunday; I made them for brunch but split mine and saved one half for later.
This morning was "later." I got the thing out, look one look at it and realized it was so thick it could be split again, resulting in two 3/4" thick "breakfast steaks." Add a slice of bacon, an egg, toast and coffee, and there's breakfast enough to face what looks to me like over 6" of snow on the ground -- and still falling, gentle now but they're promising (threatening?) more intensity later.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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