We spent this foggy morning working in the garden, pulling out all the dead tomato vines, and harvesting some of our onions. We built up one of those “I’m-so-hungry-I-could-eat-a-cow” appetites. So for our lunch, we grilled a cowboy steak, slathered it with a chive compound butter, and served it with our own onions rings.

 

 

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