... or- "How The Pragmatic Chef™ Partied Down on His First Night of Bachelorhood since His Wife Went Out of Town to Visit Her Family for the First Time since they were Married."
I thought the second title was a bit long...
My wife left town to visit her family for a week yesterday, and I got wild and crazy.
I had a beer. Actually, a great beer. And a steak. A rare steak. And no veggies.
Ain't I wild?
A shot of the steak is in the extended entry. It's rare. Don't look at it, if you don't like looking at rare steak.
I warned you.
(It's a terrific grass fed top sirloin from Sprout's Market, with just kosher salt, black pepper, and a tablespoon or so of minced garlic.)
Did you know 'Arrogant Bastard Ale' makes three different Hot Sauces?
Grassfed Sucks!, Cornfed Rules!
I like both, Chile, but I prefer the cornfed, I think. That's why I didn't overly season this, I wanted to check it out.
I may not be able to kiss you again, ever.
That's raw, Scott. Let's review. Raw still mooos. Rare is cool and red in the middle.
It's all in the quality of the cut, Ana. If you closed your eyes and took a bite of this, you would have thought it was close to medium.
Quality meat has texture, even when rare. A crappy steak this rare would be unbearably chewy. Not good.