So, I’ve been running myself ragged. Kids. Work. Trying to be a good citizen and neighbor. Marriage. Recycling.

(That last one was just to see if you were paying attention.)

And in my haste to do all those things I left something off my list — me.

This weekend, before the Thanksgiving hullaballoo of traveling and shopping and cooking and writing down all the things to be thankful for, I am going to be treated to a most special meal.

A steak grilled with love. Plus a baked potato just the way I like it. And salad. And wine. Lots of wine.

My husband is going to put on his gloves, grab that spatula and grill the heck outta my ribeye steak.

That’s how much he loves me.

Come to think of it, I don’t really have to write down all I’m thankful for. It’s already in my head.

Have a great weekend, everybody!

You know you want it.

It’s calling out to you.

“It’s the weekend,” the steak says. “You can’t get through it without me.”

“But it’s cold outside and it’s November and I’m tired and football will be on,” you say.

“Exactly,” says the steak. “You need me. Just put me in the broiler. Piece of cake.”

“All right,” you say. “But if you’re high maintenance, so help me…”

“You won’t regret it. Seriously,” steak says. “Have I ever steered you wrong?”

As if in a trance, you walk to the freezer to defrost some strip steaks.

Now that the steak has convinced you to give it a try and you’ve gotten over the fact that you just had a conversation with a steak and it used the word “steer,” you might need some instructions.

Here’s an amazing recipe for broiled steak with garlic and mustard. Mmmmmm.

It calls for Kansas City strips, so give your taste buds a Kansas City treat this weekend.

Photo courtesy of Food52.com.

This weekend, I plan to spend lots of time with my family just . . . being.

School has started here and ever since we’ve been blowing and going. I am looking forward to doing some fun things with my kids and having an actual conversation with my husband.

A novel concept.

We’ll be grilling out, inviting friends over and playing. Thank you, Labor Day, for giving me the chance to enjoy my family — and some really good food.

I hope you do the same.

Happy Labor Day!