fresh killed cow, carved, spit roasted until the outside is burnt, but inside is tender and juicy.
grab a few potatoes, spit roast them suckas, splatter some butter and chives.
arrange on a plate, with the steak off to the left, with the potatoes to the right, and some free working space, to cut the steak and potatoes, at the bottom. spruce up with some parsely.
arrange for some music, such as some bach or bethoven, i cannot spell.
mix a garden salad, fresh vegetables, lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, cucumber, little bit of onions, not too many now, and some light dressing off to the side, not on the salad.
place salad mix to the top right of the potatoes, about half-height above the plate.
pour some french red wine, quarter-full glass, not too fast, not too slow.
place wine glass centered height-wise to the left of the steak.
have a single red rose in a light tinted green vase with a candle light arrangement in a triangular form.
scoop some vanilla ice cream, with some drizzled chocolate syrup on top, with a squirt of whipped cream, and a cherry on top. place behind the steak and potatoes.
by the time you finish the steak, the vanilla ice cream will have melted a bit, but not lost its overall form, mixed with the chocolate syrup somewhat, and the cherry will have mixed with the whipped cream slightly.
by the time you finish the ice cream, the wine will have been almost finished.
finish the wine, retire to the library.
finish reading godel, escher, bach book, with some white wine.
retire to the sleeping chambers, whereupon the balcony doors are open.
watch the moon, with the stars singing backup, for about an hour, contemplating the events of the day, and tomorrow's plans.
retire for the evening once everything has been taken care of.