"This is the end, My only friend, The end."

 "Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane"-Jim Morrison. 

Im just kidding, Im not gonna stop doing this just cause the assignment is over. Cooking is something Ive always enjoyed doing but I lost the love to do it for others a while back ago. People are just too damn picky.  So lets go out with a bang shall we? I give to you, Surf and Turf at its finest. You will need the following:

2 Chuck eye steaks or New York Strip steaks 

1/2 lb of medium sized shrimp, peeled.

1 cup of shredded Parmesan cheese.

4 small red potatoes and 4 small golden potatoes.

1 bottle of spray butter substitute. (it was on sale! 2 for 3 bucks). 

2 stems of fresh rosemary. 

1 cup of lemon juice. 

1 tbsp of minced garlic.

Remember the hobo pack from a few posts back? Well its the same concept with the potatoes. Cut each potato into four pieces, place on the foil, spray with the butter. Take off the leaves of the rosemary stems and chop them up nice and fine. Sprinkle over the potatoes, add some salt and pepper if desired. Wrap that up and place it on the grill ahead of time. Next up, place your peeled and cleaned raw shrimp in a bowl, mix by hand with the lemon juice and garlic, cover with wrap and place it on the fridge. Season your steak with whatever makes your little heart content and shove that in the fridge as well. After about 20 minutes, place your steaks on the grill. Cook them normally for about 7 or 8 minutes. Place the shrimp on top of the steaks, drop all your burners to low and close your lid. Come check on your grill every 3 minutes until the shrimp are nice and pink, then sprinkle some Parmesan cheese on top. Close the lid again. Give it another 2 or 3 minutes and then remove from the grill. Be careful when you open your potato pack. Hot steam will rise and could potentially burn your fingers. Plate and enjoy. 

My roommate's cousin was fortunate enough to be around the house that afternoon so he joined me for this late late lunch. After wards he passed out on the recliner in the living room with a grin on his face and both hands on his distended looking stomach.

Until next time, 

Mahalo.