My wife isn't talking to me today. Last night we were out for dinner and I ordered a steak done rare. The server asked if I was concerned about mad cow. I replied "No, she can order her own meal".
All in jest boys, all in jest. The reason I have been happily married for 18 + years is that I honour my wife. She is well aware of my warped sense of humour and expects no less from me! I'm afraid I've twisted the poor lass over the years.
that's why I like my steak well done...medium well that is...I don't like it burned... Anybody like it bloody rare???