First thing I want you all to know is that no one grilled a steak like my Dad. My Dad is a tough act to follow. He married late in life, had seven beautiful babies and adored being a father. Dad was a late-in-life arrival for Grandma and she suffered terrible depression after having Dad, so he was sent off to be raised by an Aunt. I am sure this is why Dad was so devoted to his babies.
We girls are tough. Mom was an icon. We all three say "I am afraid of nothing, I am my Mother's daughter." But we have that soft side from Dad. His baby girls were his precious! We do the lights on the Christmas trees every year because there is only one way to do lights on a Christmas tree - the Dad way. Same thing with grilling!
Bruce did not have the joy of knowing my Dad. We lost him very early. But Bruce knows enough to head for the high grounds at tree decorating time, follows the rules with egg dying at Easter, making the perfect antipasto and flipping a steak one time ONLY on the grill - LOL.
Post stroke: Bruce can no longer grill. One friend did put the grill up on the deck so Bruce could help. But the deck is wood, so while that was a one time event - first year post - it won't happen again. I hope to get a patio off the back of the house for the grill, one day, for Bruce to help out. But for now, I just involve Bruce best I can.
Bruce has to marinate the steak. He has his own ingredients and since he likes his rare, always advises as to time. With the new diet, steak is a treat.
We built an addition off our main house, the kitchen. You go out onto a landing - about 5 ft x 5 ft. Four steps down into the mud room, Bruce's office, garage and back door. Ten steps up into the master bed and bath and my office. So not much room. On that landing are two storage cabinets - pantry so to speak.
We were prepping grocery list. Last week we used up the last of the A-1 steak sauce. It was on sale and I mentioned if we needed it. Mr Smart "A" says "no we have two." In cabinet, on the landing. Heart in throat. If he goes too far back in that WC, he is down four steps! Plus what is he doing out there anyway? And he sure didn't do it when I was home or a caregiver was here. Gotta love him. Debbie