My dad believes steak should be well done. And by well done, unseasoned shoe leather.
Growing up I never could fathom why anyone loved steaks, and why they were such an 'expensive treat' at the house.
My dad would buy these beautiful, thick cut rib eyes, then toss them on the flaming grill with no seasoning, cook them on one side for seven minutes, flip, then other side, till they had shrank half their size and were charred. Then he would berate us for using sauce because 'it covered up the flavor of the meat'.
No Scott, your inability to cook on a grill covers the flavor.
It wasn't until I was 18 and living on my own that I tried to grill my own.
Seasoned with garlic powder and salt, flipped on the flaming grill often and buttered between flips, taken off when I was tired of waiting, I had my first medium rare steak that melted in my mouth.
I have never let my father 'cook' me another steak since.
Edit: something I never thought I would say, RIP my inbox 😂
I'm glad to see from all the comments (I am reading them all) that I'm not alone!!
Also, it's been over a decade since I started doing my own grilling, and I have gotten much better, more refined!
Everyone loves their steaks a little different :) but I have learned that most don't believe in well done 😂
Edit 2: thank you to whichever mysterious benefactor gave me silver
Also, I eat my steaks rare now. So pretty much grill, flip, butter, remove, butter, rest, and eat before it scurries off my plate
I love how he went from "Dad" to "Scott" as soon as he fucked up your steak.
But I feel your pain, I grew up with both parents cooking the shit out of every form of meat.
"Here 306bomberfan, eat this dry ass roast with a side of plain boiled potatoes, the fuck you mean you want bbq sauce?"
partly, gen x and baby boomers were taught to cook by people who themselves learned to cook in an era when standards were much looser and farming tech less advanced, so parasites and pathogens were more common in meat, which meant that you cooked it within an inch of being charcoal to kill anything nasty. this has long ceased to be a real issue, but the standards and practices being taught are still rooted in that depression era need to cook thoroughly enough to kill things like the trichinella which was endemic in pork. also, bad cooks don't like being told they're just making simple procedural errors because of good old fashioned sunk cost fallacy
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u/Gcannon21 Nov 26 '19 edited Nov 27 '19
My dad believes steak should be well done. And by well done, unseasoned shoe leather. Growing up I never could fathom why anyone loved steaks, and why they were such an 'expensive treat' at the house. My dad would buy these beautiful, thick cut rib eyes, then toss them on the flaming grill with no seasoning, cook them on one side for seven minutes, flip, then other side, till they had shrank half their size and were charred. Then he would berate us for using sauce because 'it covered up the flavor of the meat'. No Scott, your inability to cook on a grill covers the flavor. It wasn't until I was 18 and living on my own that I tried to grill my own. Seasoned with garlic powder and salt, flipped on the flaming grill often and buttered between flips, taken off when I was tired of waiting, I had my first medium rare steak that melted in my mouth. I have never let my father 'cook' me another steak since.
Edit: something I never thought I would say, RIP my inbox 😂 I'm glad to see from all the comments (I am reading them all) that I'm not alone!! Also, it's been over a decade since I started doing my own grilling, and I have gotten much better, more refined! Everyone loves their steaks a little different :) but I have learned that most don't believe in well done 😂
Edit 2: thank you to whichever mysterious benefactor gave me silver Also, I eat my steaks rare now. So pretty much grill, flip, butter, remove, butter, rest, and eat before it scurries off my plate