Regarding low- tech

I had a boss who dearly loved that meal where you take a flank-steak and pound it thin, then spread  a stuffing on it, roll it up and roast it.  Roulade I think it's called.  Well, the boss loved that dish, and his wife loved to make it for him, but pounding that flank steak looked, to him, like a lot of work.  So he decided he would make it easier for her.  One Saturday, she was out and he was home and there was a flank steak in the fridge.   Not understanding that the pounding was mostly to make it tender, he figured out a much easier way to make it flat.  He put it in a ziplock bag and took it into the garage.  (Cooks everywhere are becoming nervous as they read this.)  Being a man, he had a couple of boards lying around.  (I never seem to have a couple of boards handy when I need them.  Do you?)  He put one board on the garage floor, put the flank steak in its plastic ziplock bag on the board, put the second board on top of it, then drove his pickup over the boards.

Flank steak SPRAYED the entire underside of the pickup and the inside of the garage.  He spent the rest of the weekend washing steak off the walls, the lawnmower, the tool bench,, the underside of the pick-up, the wall full of storage shelves, and re-packing all the Christmas decorations into new boxes that were not covered with flecks of steer muscle.  And they had pizza for dinner.

And because he was a wonderful guy, with a great sense of humor, he came to work and told us the story on Monday.  I loved working for him.  He was serious about the job, but not about life in general.  Best job I ever had.  I, and six other people, were replaced (inadequately) by a computer.