THE DAVE CLARK FIVE AND A MEAL

I never thought the Beatles' contemporaries got their due. At least for the 60's song, Because. It is a great love song, but somehow didn't measure up in popularity. I'm not high tech gifted enough to provide a You Tube link, but you should check it out.

So with this Valentine's Day in the past. I thought it was safe now to blog about your perfect V-Day meal. Also, it's a test to see if I can salivate over my coffee at 4:53 AM as I'm writing about a big meal.

So here it goes--my Valentine's special meal.

Warm homemade bread with light butter. Good bread doesn't need much butter. Bad bread needs less. Smothering butter won't disguise the mundane taste.

Roasted garlic. And some virgin olive oil (am I a boomer? I almost spelled it oyl) with a drop or two of black stuff added. (balsamic vinaigrette, I think)

A Caesar salad with anchovies. Not too many. Light sauce, too.

A baked potato with light butter, light salt, light pepper.

Fresh asparagus stalks. Not too thin nor too thick. If you get a lot of them, then just eat the tips.

Of course, a steak. Medium. Add garlic salt. No rub, no marination, certainly no sauce of any kind. A well cooked steak needs none of that Bearinese crap on it. Like the butter, it doesn't work on good or bad meat. And don't buy into the chef's special sauce. Have them bring it on the side (I mean you don't want to tick off the chef or cooks who might just decide to throw your steak on the floor before [or after] cooking) but don't touch it.

And for dessert: baked Alaska. It's comparatively light. It barely edged out creme brulle.

To drink--just bottled water or iced tea. If you want to spice it up with wine or beer, that's up to you. But I've given you plenty to gnaw on, so you don't want to fill your belly with anything that takes up much needed space.

That's it. I didn't salivate once. But I probably added some weight to my frame by just expounding on such delicacy.