Sunday, May 23, 2010
I have to admit, I have never been a big steak fan. I can vividly remember sitting at the dinner table as a child staring with great displeasure at the London Broil sitting in the center of the table. I absolutely dreaded steak night, and begged for only the very end bits that were hopefully so well done, they tasted more like charcoal than beef. Unfortunately, my parents are rather good cooks, so the steak was usually perfectly rare, not a charred bit to be found. The bright pink meat and its red juices scared the heck out of me and there was just no chance I was taking a bite.
My parents weren't the type to stand for rebellious or picky eating; it was eat your dinner or you may not get up from the table, period. Whenever I was faced with the dismal challenge of eating all of my steak, I would defiantly remain at the table for what seemed to me like hours, dangling my feet and playing with my fork, cutting and re-cutting my meat, trying to hide it in my napkin, or tuck some under my vegetables, sneaking some onto my unwitting younger sister's plate, anything I could think of to give my parents the impression that I had eaten whatever mystical amount "enough" was that evening. I begged, I bargained with offers of doing extra chores, I attempted pouty faces and tears, and I am certain threw a few fits (which of course only landed me in worse trouble).
I can recall a particular ride home from Girl Scouts in a friend's car, when somehow a conversation about food drifted to me talking about how much I despise steak for dinner, and complaining about how frequently we seemed to eat it. This baffled the other kids. The friend's shocked mother remarked "I really wish I could afford to have steak dinners often enough to be sick of them!" I felt a bit ashamed at that, it had never occurred to me that steak might be considered expensive or special, or that others might consider it a treat. The very next time, and every time thereafter, I ate my steak when served without complaint. I still didn't enjoy eating it, but I had been humbled by those remarks and wanted my parents to know I appreciated their efforts.
It took me many years to overcome my extreme distaste for steak, but I did come around eventually. It still isn't my favorite meal, but I outgrew the need to eat it burnt to a crisp and learned to enjoy the meat medium, not quite at the still mooing stage, but certainly still flush pink enough to be considered tender.
My daughter adores steak and could probably devour one every night and be quite content. It is her favorite thing to order at a restaurant, perhaps because she is so very rarely served one at home. Since steak is most definitely on the "good foods" list for low-carb diets, and they also happened to be on sale, I obliged my daughter's request and grilled some NY strip loin steaks, massaged lightly with extra virgin olive oil, and seasoned with Montreal Steak Seasoning blend, along with a side salad and green beans.
at 1:08 PM Posted by Heatherfeather