Saturday smells like...steak and eggs

I woke up this morning to the sizzle of a frying pan.  Unsure of what J might be doing, but happy as long as the smoke detector wasn't going off, I snuggled back down under the covers.  A few minutes later, J appeared with breakfast in bed:  an egg over medium (cooked by splashing a bit of bacon grease over the top of the egg so you never actually have to flip it/risk breaking the yolk) and filet mignon.  We didn't catch a picture of the eggs, but J did manage to take a picture of the 'spare' steak--