[Paraphrased because I remember less than your Great Aunt Betty]
The Man: “I think these ‘steaks’ are ground beef.”
Me: “Like hamburgers?”
Me to Kristina: “Was your steak like hamburger?”
Kristina: “Yeah, kind of. It was really crumbly, but had, like, fat wrapped around it.”
Me: “That was supposed to be bacon.”
What can I say, they love good deals in that house!