Yet, this bugger did:
I’d like to blame a toddler’s complicated one-zee for this waste of skirt steak. With about a thousand snaps, the cursed, striped, cute-as-hell thing deserves its own TED video. I guess in the three hours or so it took for me to change my son the machaca decided to go all Zero Dark Thirty on me. Eating forkful upon forkful throughout the night felt not unlike taking hits off the exhaust pipe of a mean, old Phoenix school bus: Near. Death. Experience.