what do bits of leather and a hockey puck have in common…

… they both could pass as a steak cooked me.

I tenderize. I marinade. I season. I sautee onions. And all I am left with for my efforts is a piece of dry chewy meat I can’t even get the dog to eat. I mean it didn’t even taste like meat. How do you do that?!

…this constant diet of TV dinners is depressing.