You unfold the paper and the Texas light comes with it—pasture, patience, an Angaushi that never met a needle. The marbling is fine as handwriting, enough to keep every slice honest. Grill it hot and brief over open flame, the way a good argument is finished, then slice thin against the grain. It will taste richer than the store’s version of the same ambition, and kinder to the bill once you count what you actually paid.