I Hope The Great and Powerful Oz Likes His Steak Medium Rare...

    Well, now this could get interesting.

    We've got some wicked storms rolling through, and there are tornado warnings popping up here and there.  And, of course, I have Fireball, my trusty charcoal grill, going, and I'm getting set to toss on a potato to bake, followed by a nice, thick rib-eye (yum). 

    So, let's see; should I choose personal safety, or a really damn good dinner? 

    I think I'm going to go with the dinner so long as there's no grapefruit sized hail or anything. 

-DP
*update*   Well, odd thing...  I tossed the potato on as all sorts of lightning and thunder blasted everything.  So, I ducked inside, cowered a bit, listened to the barking of Mother Nature, and then the sun came out.  So, there was a load of thunder rattling everything with the sun shining, and when I went outside, the storm was mostly off to the east (it seemed like it was five feet away), and it was out over the lake.  It was pretty cool. 

    Oh.  By the way, the steak was awesome.  I put a nice "healthy" wedge of herb-chive butter on top of the steak, smothered the whole thing with some sauteed crimini mushrooms with a sort of butter-sherry sauce, made a potato the size of a softball with sour cream, butter and more chives, some carrots (also with butter and, yes, chives) and an ice-cold beer without chives or butter.  And, now, I am slowly fading into some sort of massive butter-saturated food coma. 

    Yep.  I think I am going to need to do a sit-up tomorrow or something.   Oy!