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My husband has crafted the kind of steak, tonight, that a gifted chef might have visualized and manifested in the 1700s in France - and when he did, the townspeople would have rolled around ripping their clothes off, and rubbing this steak all over their bodies, and moaning and lavishing each other as they tore into it, and then they would curse the chef for selling his soul to the devil in order to make steak so wonderful, and burn him to death as punishment.