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I did something last night I never thought I would be able to do in a million trillion years. Oklay, that is a bit of an overstatement since there is no way I will be alive for a “million trillion” years. So let’s just say that I did something that I thought I would never do in my lifetime. “What did you do, SRH?!” is the question you are all asking. I am sure you are all sitting on pins and needles waiting for me expound upon what it is that I did. What monumental feat I accomplished. What Gordian Knot I untied. Well, fine readers, I ate more steak than my wife.
Yes, that is correct; I ate more steak than my wife. Sure this doesn’t sound like much, but it really is something quite special.
The facts:
I am 6’2” tall (1.87m for my metric readership)
Wifey is 5’2” tall (1.57m for my metric readership)
I am 220lbs (99.79 kg for my metric readership and 15.71 stone for the Brits)
Wifey is considerably less (honestly, even if I knew how much she weighed, I wouldn’t risk my life by posting it, let’s just say that pending on the brand she wears anywhere from a size 2 to a size 6. This variation is why I hate shopping for her, but that is a rant for a different day)
We are both 32 years old and lead moderately active lives
One would think that steak eating would be no contest. I am significantly heavier than her and 15.6% taller than her. I should win hands down just from my sheer comparative girth. All that being said, typically, she just schools me when eating of steak. She has stunned many a person withy her ability to pack the red meat into her gullet. “All you can eat prime rib” is one of her favorites. Restaurants lose money on her for foolishly allowing her to truly eat all she can. On one occasion one of the wait staff asked her if she really wanted a third slice of prime rib.
There are only a few other things that she can pack away like she has a hollow leg. Other than steak, dairy queen soft serve vanilla ice-cream is one, watermelon is another, and cherries are the final one. For example, one time after taking down a 16 oz steak at Outback Steakhouse, my dad challenged her to eat a Peanut Buster Parfait from Dairy Queen. Her response to him was this, and I kid you not, “I just ate a full pound of beef, but I reckon I can take you to school.” And better yet, she did.
Anyway… last night I ate more steak than her. That was a first. Don’t get me wrong, if I had challenged her to a steak eating contest, she would have beat me hands down, but as it is, I ate more steak than her. It is a first for me and a small triumph.
To Recap:
I ate more steak and someone significantly smaller than me and I am proud
How pathetic is that?
That is a rhetorical question, by the way
Not sure what we are having for dinner tonight
Probably not steak
I couldn’t eat another bite
In her defense, the steak was rather tough
My lunch was unsatisfying
That is a really bad thing considering I just ate it
It is going to be a long afternoon
Have a great weekend folks
Yes, that is correct; I ate more steak than my wife. Sure this doesn’t sound like much, but it really is something quite special.
The facts:
I am 6’2” tall (1.87m for my metric readership)
Wifey is 5’2” tall (1.57m for my metric readership)
I am 220lbs (99.79 kg for my metric readership and 15.71 stone for the Brits)
Wifey is considerably less (honestly, even if I knew how much she weighed, I wouldn’t risk my life by posting it, let’s just say that pending on the brand she wears anywhere from a size 2 to a size 6. This variation is why I hate shopping for her, but that is a rant for a different day)
We are both 32 years old and lead moderately active lives
One would think that steak eating would be no contest. I am significantly heavier than her and 15.6% taller than her. I should win hands down just from my sheer comparative girth. All that being said, typically, she just schools me when eating of steak. She has stunned many a person withy her ability to pack the red meat into her gullet. “All you can eat prime rib” is one of her favorites. Restaurants lose money on her for foolishly allowing her to truly eat all she can. On one occasion one of the wait staff asked her if she really wanted a third slice of prime rib.
There are only a few other things that she can pack away like she has a hollow leg. Other than steak, dairy queen soft serve vanilla ice-cream is one, watermelon is another, and cherries are the final one. For example, one time after taking down a 16 oz steak at Outback Steakhouse, my dad challenged her to eat a Peanut Buster Parfait from Dairy Queen. Her response to him was this, and I kid you not, “I just ate a full pound of beef, but I reckon I can take you to school.” And better yet, she did.
Anyway… last night I ate more steak than her. That was a first. Don’t get me wrong, if I had challenged her to a steak eating contest, she would have beat me hands down, but as it is, I ate more steak than her. It is a first for me and a small triumph.
To Recap:
I ate more steak and someone significantly smaller than me and I am proud
How pathetic is that?
That is a rhetorical question, by the way
Not sure what we are having for dinner tonight
Probably not steak
I couldn’t eat another bite
In her defense, the steak was rather tough
My lunch was unsatisfying
That is a really bad thing considering I just ate it
It is going to be a long afternoon
Have a great weekend folks
Labels: History of SRH, Wifey
8 Comments:
you left out some crucial details. Was this an all you can eat eatery last night? Did you order the 12oz porter and she just got the 10oz filet? Why did she not eat as much as normal? Was she not feeling good? Did she have a big lunch? Did you skip lunch? did you have them melt cheese on her steak? mmm blue cheese steak... Did she fill up on bread/salad/appetizers/etc.. before the steak? There has to be a reason this anomaly occurred, and damn it i want answers. there is more here to the picture and how dare you leave this out. and yes, it is truly me, anonymous.
Anon: if that is truly who you are:
Lets see, made the steak at home, so it was not at a restaurant. The steak was pan fried with no oil, but seasoned with garlic powder, salt, and pepper. They were done to be about medium to medium well. I do not remember the cut these aprticular steaks, but they were not the highest of quality of meat due to their rather tiny price. There was no cheese anywhere to be found, and we only had crispy crowns and some onions and mushroom as sides.
This was not announced as an eating contest or anything. We both looked up from finishing the meal and realized I had eaten more steak than she did. It truly was a bizarre anomaly which I do not ever see happening again.
It truly would be as if she had more cheesecake or more Krispey Kreme doughnuts than me. I guess it is a mystery that will remain unexplained.
Savor your victory while you can, little man. Well, not Little Man. He could out eat the both of us. Anyway, I wish I could come up with a reasonable explanation for last night's events. I don't have one, and I'm left feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed.
Where did I go wrong? Did I drink too much juice - thereby filling up on liquid- before the meal? Do I have a slight stomach bug that kept me from indulging in my usual level of gluttony?
Maybe you really do have a tape worm right now.
Okay, I think we've found our answer. I can't compete against intestinal parasites. That's an unfair contest.
Did she eat a vegetable or a potato with her steak?
Maybe she was trying to let you win. Ever think of that? Sometimes we do that-let you guys win-it makes you feel manly. That's a secret in the womens handbook. Only one you'll get out of me. *zips lip*
I think Wifey's toying with your mind. In fact, here you are re-iterating how great of a steak-eater she is. Who do you think choreographed that?
Who cooked the steak? Maybe it wasn't as finger lickin' good as usual. And this question is coming from me, a woman who can't cook, so I'm not making any judgements...
Dustin:
That is a honking huge slice of pizza. For most foods I can take Wifey to school, but for steak.... different story.
Wifey:
Methinks you are unwell. You also did not eat much at dinner tonight. hey, wait a second, you are sitting next to me right now. Why am I commenting to you via the internet?
Nancy:
I can school her in the eating of chips. Even ruffles with Heluva Good French Onion dip.
Zingerzapper:
I cannot stress enough, had it been a challenge, and not just something we noticed after the meal, she would have kicked my ass. Easily
KimmyK:
Just some Oreida Crispy Crowns and some onions and mushrooms.
Again, it was not a contest. If it were: me = toast
Peefer:
You might be onto something...
NYM:
I was the cook of said steak. It was a bit overdone for her liking, but it was not overdone. Don't know what happened. She did scarf down a steak tonight though, so maybe she is fealing better.
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