In my early 20s, I once ate a 32 oz porterhouse plus all the trimmings of the meal, plus desert. My wife couldn't finish her prime rib, so I ate that, too - plu

In my early 20s, I once ate a 32 oz porterhouse plus all the trimmings of the meal, plus desert. My wife couldn't finish her prime rib, so I ate that, too - plus whatever else that was on the plate left over. I kinda fancied myself as John Candy in the Great Outdoors. Today - things are different; I try to be a little more selective in my meals.