Every few months, a steak

So every few months my iron levels demands a steak. I don’t know what it is but every four to six months, I really, really want a steak. 

Somehow, steak dinners have become a really fun way to connect with friends. (I do budget for it because yes, the price of meat has gone up).
Last fall my friend Scott invited me out for a steak dinner. He doesn’t do it very often and Kat was having a girls’ night with the kids. Scott and I were just catching our breaths from the massive rounds of layoffs at Transcontinental/Quebecor – two rounds in less than a month. I got laid off in May, he and his entire department got laid off in June.

So he came into the city and we had steak and it was amazing. While we had steak and wine, we discussed the horrific journalism industry (once again facing upheaval this month thanks to Postmedia and Al Jazeera) and our next steps.

Happily, Scott is gainfully employed now and so am I.

I also have steak dinners and deep conversations with Kerry. “Steak?” we would text each other. “Yes!” says the other and boom, dinner. Once again, we plan our next steps, offer advice, discuss dresses (which I could discuss with Scott but not really the same thing.)

I don’t know, maybe the rareness (hah!) of the steak dinners and the friends I eat with just make the whole thing special. We also dress up which adds to the atmosphere. Somehow not wearing jeans just makes it better. And of course, the whole food as a way to connect with friends.

The next steak dinner, which would be in summer I expect needs to be with Diane, Kath and Celia. We would be hilarious with red meat.