It gets me going when i order my steak rare and the waiter says "Are you sure" while looking directly at my male companion. Yes I'm sure. But HE likes his steak medium. Grrrr.
Well, turning to French, the language of Enlightenment, food, and sex, and second (living*) language proper to all educated persons, we see «le bœuf» and «le poulet», so both are masculine.
* Proper second languages (dead) : Confucian-era Chinese, Sanskrit, Biblical Hebrew (Yemenite pronunciation) , KoĂŻne Greek, Koranic Arabic, Classical Latin, or proto-Yoruba. Proper second languages (after First Contact) : Marain or screaming in agony.
Guys I was just down at the Cafe Vita in lower Queen Anne and I heard someone use the phrase "chick flick" without being chastised. Fucking blatant. Could we get a team on that?
* Proper second languages (dead) : Confucian-era Chinese, Sanskrit, Biblical Hebrew (Yemenite pronunciation) , KoĂŻne Greek, Koranic Arabic, Classical Latin, or proto-Yoruba. Proper second languages (after First Contact) : Marain or screaming in agony.
But for side disk, I pan fried a "medley" of potatoes and vegetables...in olive oil!
I think that pushes me somewhere towards the 3/4 mark of the Girly-Manly spectrum.
Dessert could be the decider.