On the other end of the day now, and it has been a day. I spent it in Mesquite, visiting someone in the hospital, and quite frankly, I would have loved to of had some time out photographing the view from the window without the addition of street and parking lot lights in the way. Still, I will show you why, lights and all.
But first, my dinner… This is ONE thing I REALLY missed about America while I was in the UK eight years.
Prime Rib by the Virgin River Casino.
Angel Peak from the North.
And of course this last one is my lovely daughter, who came with to visit someone in the hospital.
Kelsey J Bacon
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In the short time I was in the UK, I REALLY missed GOOD steak. Even the “top of the line” Argentinean steak in London was mediocre.
First eat out meal when I returned: Texas Roadhouse steaks…
I don’t know how you managed to live there so long and stay sane without Steak
Who said anything about staying sane? Doesn’t that imply that I had to BE sane in the first place?
Like most other things, it just doesn’t taste quite the same. Luckily my little family is actually loving many of the foods they are finding here in America. If they didn’t, where would I be?
I will almost miss those pork chops I used to get at TESCO. They came in a bag, were frozen, and from the look of them, they just killed the pig, froze it, cut it up with a huge band saw and tossed the chops into the bag. The bag was no doubt tossed into a freezer again, and shipped half way around the world so they could be flogged for less than what a UK farmer (whose average age is currently 64, guess who has a foreign food dependency that is about to sink their little island) could possibly sell his fresh local pig.
Happy days to be back to USDA meat.