Tongue-lolling panting replaced the eye roll faster than you could say sizzle.
Steak it was. I think it is the third of the year. (Second?) Sirloin, this time, several dollars cheaper per pound from our butcher than the usual porterhouse - and wonderful. Proverbial melting-in-the-mouth. Two-plus inches thick. Pan-sear, then 12 minutes in a 550'F oven. Rest, slice.
Well-aged steak. Impossible to beat. If we ever do move to Cape Town or environs, we may have to become butchers, just to supply ourselves with this thrice-yearly treat.
Unless you know something we don't.