Not quite of Biblical proportions, but a disaster nevertheless.

Saturday has arrived, that universal day off that one normally devotes to the important things in life like… beer.

I toyed with the idea of going to a BBQ restaurant, but I had steak in the fridge, has to be used, so I put the restaurant idea on hold.

rumpsteakMarinated the steak (3 pieces of rump), heated my cast iron hot plate and dropped on a slab of meat. Couldn’t justify the BBQ in the yard, the weather is too hot, and too little steak. The meat sizzled, the smell of the garlic marinade wafted through the house and eventually I enjoyed the steak.

It was then I discovered that the botequim was closed. My plans to culminate my lunch by washing it down with a well chilled beer were thrown awry.

Because I didn’t have any beer in the fridge, I am left with sparkling mineral water…

Hardly a fitting substitute, especially for a Saturday.

Saw this the other day and thought, yes, that’s me…

“In some ways I’m just like a dog…. I can’t be trusted around unsupervised food.”

It’s time for a nap.