A gloriously sunny weekend brings out the best in the city. Everyone seems to be smiling at each other, luxuriating in a no-mitts+toque, coat-open scarfless freedom. A few yahoos are wearing shorts and flipflops, and everyone is busting out the barbecue sauce.
Ahh, the perfect bbq meal: flatiron steak, roastie potatoes, and a giant salad with beets and goat cheese.
Just ignore that fact that by the time we got home from a long leisurely sunny day walk we couldn't be bothered to clean the darn bbq so I cooked the (fatty, delicious) steak on my grill pan. There's always next weekend.
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