"They're going to be fabulous," Michael said. "This lovely woman is a mistress at the grill. This is not going to be a meal to miss, that's for sure."
Michael was slicing the steaks into generous, thick slices and putting the slices on a huge platter. When he had enough for the main house, he kept slicing and put a large pile on a a platter that was a bit smaller for the duplex, and put another pile on a third platter for those who were working in Robert's potions lab at the farm. Michael happened to look up and he saw Sam and Victor who were finishing work and getting ready to go home. Michael whistled for them and motioned them over.
"Can you deliver your supper to your house, please?" Michael asked the boys.
"Sure," Victor said.
"Carlo is putting together a basket for you. There's a panzanella salad, a white bean skillet dish and these fabulous steaks. Oh, and some chocolate mocha ice cream to make some affogatos with for dessert."
"Some what? I forrgotto's?" Sam asked.
"No. Affogattos. It's the Italian word for drowning. Angus knows how to make them. You'll be drowning ice cream in hot espresso coffee," Michael said.
"Oh, yum," Sam said. "What's the bean thing?"
"It's a white bean skillet dish. it has cannellini beans, tomatoes, onions, garlic, mushrooms, and also some sun dried tomatoes. You'll like it," Michael said.
"When do we eat?" Victor asked.
"Right now," Michael said, putting one of the platters of steak into the basket. "There you go. Enjoy." Victor picked up the basket.
"Thanks," they said, taking the basket home.
"Yu, can you take the steak platter inside to the dining room sideboard, please? And, Jessie, here's the white bean skillet dish, and maybe Cris can take the bowl with the panzanella salad in it. I think everyone is hungry. I'm going to take this other basket to the farm, so don't eat all the steak until I get a slice or two," he teased. "I'll see you all in a little bit. Enjoy."