We got tired of waiting. The first official day of Spring came and went, and we still had snow and ice.
We lugged the BBQ into the garage, and like a true prairie man, Will grilled our first steak of Spring during a mini-blizzard.
We had to celebrate. The green stuff has returned to the Farmers’ Market.
Our entire supper – seriously, everything on that plate – was grown/raised/butchered right here in Saskatchewan. Right down to the delicious bacon fat that we rubbed into the grass-fed beef rib eye steaks.