I uttered the word so unexpectedly that Louise almost spilled her Cape Coddah.
“Steak,” I repeated. “Now!”
Visions of a thick filet over a charcoal fire almost surpassed the vision currently upon us of sunset over Banderas Bay (pictured above — another episode of sunset guilt).
“As in this very moment?” Louise asked. But she needn’t: I was already on my way.