I love birthday dinners. On my birthday, my mom likes to cook the best steak. It is grilled to perfection with just a little bit of crisp around the edges. While it is being cooked on the grill, the overpowering smell travels through the air to please your nose to give your body small goose bumps. Instantly, your eyes begin to widen with excitement and your mouth is convinced to moist slightly with drools hanging off your lips. The texture of the raw reddish goop begins to cook into a big juicy piece of meat that has shades of dark maroon, black, and light brown that makes your taste buds zing with flavor. It is flipped gently on its back while still lying on the grill to reveal the thick black strips across the front. The fires rise up from the grill and begin to heat the steak. Cooking it like the sun frying an egg on the sidewalk, the sound of sizzling starts as the liquid flows from out of the steak onto the grill. It is so tasty, and it is almost done. Finally, after minutes of impatiently waiting, your mouth gets to taste the moist, scrupulous steak that makes you feel as if you are floating in mid air. Each little bit of thick steak, leaves your plate, and enters your stomach that is begging for more as your mouth continues drooling. As you begin to realize it is almost gone, you slow down to grasp each bit of zesty flavor that keeps your lips smiling. The juices are left sitting on your tongue as you finish your last bite. The delectable food is now slowly going down your throat as you try to relive the same amazing feeling as you did, the first time you ate the miracle of life, steak.
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