
Last week I was taking it easy, lounging on my bed and reading a book when my husband Jordan came in. Our conversation went as follows:
Jordan: "What did you say?"
Bre: "I didn't say anything."
Jordan: "Yeah, you did. You said something and then I said 'what?' and then you said 'nothing!'"
Bre: "No, I've been sitting here reading, I haven't said a thing."
Last weekend I went to Texas Roadhouse with a couple of my family members. They convinced me to try the steak, and I decided to give it a go. To save money, and because neither of us wanted a whole steak, my sister, Britney, and I decided to split one.
The waiter came along and asked for our order, and asked how we'd like it cooked. Britney piped up with "medium rare" as I was about to say "well-done", and I realized that it never occurred to us until the waiter arrived that we'd probably want it cooked differently. But I was outnumbered. The waiter and my family assured me that "medium-rare" was the best way to cook a steak 'cause the meat melts in your mouth. Really, melting meat is the best way you can convince me to try something new? The idea of meat melting in my mouth isn't as appetizing as you might think. I said okay, I'll do it your way, let's go ahead and cook it medium-rare.