Hi,
A recent spate of imposed vegetarianism, I felt an urgent need to eat real red meat. I purchased at a meat market a Porterhouse steak and two NY strips steaks. It would have been two Porterhouses, except one person's preference in meat was unknown. I didn't mind sacrificing one NY strip to medium to well done, just not a larger Porterhouse.
Visiting a home with four dogs of varying heights, everything edible is removed from kitchen counters to avoid foodnapping. Garbage is kept in a seperate room beyond locked doors to avoid doggie garbage parties. They love their dogs, though they are vigilant to their less than charming behaviors.
When I returned from the store, I put the steaks on top of the refrigerator to get them to room temperature. It's a tall refrigerator, there isn't easy access to the dogs and it could safely rest. I supposed.
When it was time to prepare dinner, I reached up to find no steaks. I looked in the refrigerator hoping someone might have moved them there. Nothing. I looked in the oven, thinking they were put there for protection. I noticed it was pretty quiet with no dog hovering around. I tried to recall hearing any feeding frenzy while I napped in the next room.
I then began looking around for overly satisfied dogs. Especially the Dalmation who can bound over kid gates with little effort. I was already clicking alternative meal plans, like Spaghetti Carbonara, if I found tattered meat packaging scattered around food coma induced dogs.
A few minutes into my search, someone came into the kitchen opened the microwave and pulled out the steaks. In this household, the microwave is the ultimate foodsafe.
While I came close to having a dumbass dog story, it was not to be.
Regards,