Two weeks after The Pony's cooking faux pas that resulted in a severe burn on the top of his thumb... he try, tried again. A day off and a shopping trip at Walmart while he was hungry led to the purchase of two New York Strip steaks. He whipped up one of them for supper.
Looks like The Pony brought out the fine (paper) china, and his Pioneer Woman knife that used to be mine, which I gave him as an unofficial Pony-House-warming gift. He had some kind of pasta with cheese inside, whose name escapes me, and garlic knots as his sides. No greenery for The Pony!
Looks like The Pony didn't spare the butter! And he got a nice rare cook on his steak this time, not being distracted by the charred flesh of his thumb. Some days The Pony could polish off that meal in no time. But he sent me the pictures and said he was full! And asked if his steak would be okay until tomorrow, wrapped in foil.
I guess two days off in a row agreed with The Pony, and left him less ravenous. Oh, and he must have done a good job serving himself, because it looks like he left himself a tip.