I'm pondering some form of steak sammich myself.

I asked Mrs. to cut me a stack of thin slices before she cooked the rest for her.

They are in the fridge, perhaps it is the spirit of the cow mooooooving me to cook it so it will not have died in vain, rather on a farm somewhere in Alberta, awaiting being cooked to perfection in my kitchen.

Hhhhmmm... I have haunted meat!