Samira wrote:
Barkingturtle wrote:
$150 for a pound of fillet mignon and some escargot?
Let me guess, the butcher let you suck him off, too? That'd account for you paying twice what it's worth, anyway.
You forget the vat of Worcestershire sauce. Cause everyone knows, a fine cut of steak just has to be marinated in that sh*t.
As a child, I would always have to eat steak with ketchup, no exceptions. People, even at a younger age, would balk at this idea, and I, in my state, could not discover why, for what sane person would consume a rubbery and tough piece of gray cow flesh? Yes, gray flesh, not red. You see, for until probably the age of 15, I had no idea that steak could or should be cooked at anything less than well done, at the insistence of my mother, terrified of deadly diseases and such from meat not boiled far past death. The first time I ate a medium rare steak, I nearly creamed myself with joy at the near divinely inspired taste, and the ketchup has since been discarded, my wasted years of failing to appreciate a well cooked (but not well done) steak, made up for at every opportunity.
My mother, however, continues to eat well done steak, and I still don't understand how, or even why.