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I’ve a long-standing inability to estimate a sensible quantity of meat for two people. Yesterday’s shop resulted in two 800g T-bone steaks. On getting home, every recipe I checked recommended one between two.
Did we share one and fridge one? Ha! We chose meat coma.
It also meant that when I asked our butcher for a little bit of bavette for a BBQ, she replied with,
“You’re going to have to help me with what a little bit means. I don’t understand your portion sizes any more.”
Next week I’ll ask her to police my quantities.