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Dinner tonight was steak and deviled eggs. There was no exploding involved (though the meat did pop a little bit).

Also, I found that while I love White Russians (the drinks, though Anastasiya is a good example of the alternative), Black Russians knock me on my ass, as they say. That whole cream/milk bit makes quite a difference. (Unfortunately, my milk went bad... quite some time ago. I haven't replaced it yet.)