I think the steak obsession is getting out of control. Am I eating the steak just to get the Worcestershire? Truly, I actually contemplated throwing the Worcestershire into a shot glass and trying it straight. But wouldn’t that annihilate the purpose of drinking it? Aren’t shot glasses so that you can get the buzz without the taste? Well I guess that’s not what I’m going for. Maybe more of a Whiskey-on-the-rocks sensation. Something that one sips slowly so as to savor the experience. The shot glass just seemed like a good idea because that’s about the volume that I’d want to drink.
So I tried it — sipping that is; so did Kate. It wasn’t really tasty that way. And she thought it was ok but then started crying after about 30 seconds. Then I tried dipping my brown rice penne pasta in it. YUK. That tasted like automotive oil. So I guess it is best with red meat and there’s no getting around it.
Hopefully I’ve saved you some time with my experimentation. ; )
Today I am thankful for early warning devices, gardeners, and nearby grocery stores.
