"I've got a couple of steaks in fridge. They should probably be cooked," I said, opening the door to the fridge and pulling out the meat drawer to have a look. I'd gone to the butcher the other day, grabbing a few things on special, just to have on hand. Holding up a package of two petite filets, I asked, "What do you think?"

With those, and the wine, we could cobble together a decent meal in no time.