Growing up we didn't grill steaks very often but if we did, they were well-seasoned skirt steak smothered in salty-garlicky chimchurri.
Chris and the girls don't have the same garlic addiction I have so over the years I've stopped making chimichurri when I make steak (My siblings, Rosie and Juan D. can groan in disbelieving unison here).
Maybe because's today's weather is so PR-like or because in recent months I've started being better about taking care of myself and not just everyone else's needs. I treated myself by making some Chimichurri along with our steaks. No one else enjoyed it with their dinner, but I sure did.
As a mother and as I wife I'm very loved and appreciated, my life is not one of sad martyrdom but I do sometimes forget to cater to myself the same way I care for others. My joy in each bite was a reminder that I needed to remember that I'm worth the effort of making the Chimichurri, even if I am the only one that enjoys it.