This dinner isn't one of them, but I was reminded of it when I was packing up some of my cookware I didn't have the space to carry when I was moving out. I am in love with my reversible cast iron grill pan and skillet. I was a Junior in college when I bought it, and the first thing I did when I got home was to make jerked chicken. In a second floor campus apartment. Since then I've used it for everything.. and I mean EVERYTHING. Pancakes, Paninis, Burgers, Kebabs and anything else that's typically grilled/BBQed. Everything, that is, except steak.
We don't eat much red meat in my immediate family. We're pork people, through and through. Notice the word immediate in there? Yeah.. My dad's side of the family doesn't eat pork and my mom's side can't get enough. I'm convinced she converted him, but I can't even begin to get into pork politics right now. This is about steak. The first time I can consciously remember having a steak is my freshman year of college. No joke. It's not that I hadn't been anywhere that served it, obviously.. it's just that I never ordered it. It was strange to me. I had always seen it in the media served medium rare, and so always saw it presented with the pink centre and very juicy (with what I thought at the time was blood.. ahh kids. -_-). Growing up we never ate anything that wasn't cooked all the way through.. WELL. I remember once when my brother and I were staying with an aunt, she made us eggs over easy for breakfast and we thought she couldn't cook. Something had to be wrong with her to give us egg yolks running all over the plate.
When I got older and started learning about meat temperatures and ordering in restaurants, I began to understand that I could have a steak cooked all the way through. It took me a while to actually do it though. The only reason I grasped the concept so willingly is probably because I love a good burger. Again, I'll leave that for another post. Fast forward a couple more years, and there I was in college; the time for experimenting with new things and doing things you never did at home. Like eating a steak. Dangerous.
The grill on campus had a special Steak Dinner every Sunday night. It was served with a baked potato and garlic toast - 2 of my fave sides. I believe they served grilled NY strips, but to be honest I know very little about the different cuts of steak. I ordered it well done of course, put A1 on it and ate it, it was a little chewy but it wasn't too dry.. and after it was done I couldn't help but think that I hadn't been missing much.
Then I became a food nerd. It changed every notion I had about steak. Like a steak that is well done in the kitchen, will most likely be overdone on the serving plate. Or that good steaks would never need steak sauce. It should melt in your mouth, not take severe chomping before you can swallow it.
To achieve all this, the ideal thing would be to order a steak at medium well; by the time it rests in the kitchen, and is brought out to you on the plate, it would be at perfect doneness. In the event that you wanted to serve a steak dinner to a family that wouldn't tolerate any sign of pink in their meat however, you would have to find an alternative way to cook the meat all the way through without drying it out.
|My parents enjoyed it which was a HUGE relief for me. I was so nervous about cooking steaks for the first time because I know how easy it is to dry them out.|