Sway
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Joined: 30/9/2005 From: Albuquerque
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I'll be honest with you Homer. The story of me and steak is one of evolution. First time I ever had steak was when I was fairly young. My folks really weren't sure if I'd like it (I used to be a picky eater, pahahaha, look at me now!) so they ordered it well done for me. And I loved it. So, for years afterwards whenever a waiter/waitress asked how I'd like it done, I used to just reply with 'well done', parrot fashion. Not quite knowing that I was BUTCHERING THE BEST BLOODY SLICE OF MEAT I'LL EVER HAVE. (no intended inyourendos there thanks). Then I realised I had my own brain... and good taste buds, and if I'd wanted a burger, I'd have asked for a burger. Or a wellyboot. So I have happily been asking for 'mediums' ever since, being not quite into the 'bloody' look. However, that was until a month ago when I was in Sinagpore and at a 6 course dinner and forced to eat the ONE type of food I don't like... Seafood. Not just any old seafood, but a basket of raw fish for the starting course (a form of sushi obviously), followed by lobster soup, crab salad, red snapper and THEN, out of nowhere appears this Aberdeen Angus fillet steak appears.... as if sent from the heavens. And it was clearly medium-rare which I wasn't so sure about, but when my knife cut through that tender, juicy, bloody piece of meat and a chunk just fell away so tenderly, I knew I was a reformed girl. Who knows... next time we have this conversation I might be eating steak tartare.....
< Message edited by Sway -- 25/2/2010 1:02:31 AM >
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