“Steak!”

“Huh?”

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.

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