Guess you don't realize that chewing a rare or medium-rare steak is a million times easier than a well done, ruined piece of shit? Try something new, you might be surprised.Call me crazy, but I like my steak cooked. So medium/well done. I'm too lazy to chew through a raw or rare steak.
Was just about to post the same thing... People saying that they have to "chew through" a rare steak have obviously never had one. Eating a well done steak is like chewing on fucking rubber.Guess you don't realize that chewing a rare or medium-rare steak is a million times easier than a well done, ruined piece of shit? Try something new, you might be surprised.
I sell a little grass fed beef and I can't even tell you for sure. I grew up eating it and I am back to eating it now after a 10 year hiatus and I would put it up against anything, but it's not like I go the the grocery store and get a steak and think it sucks (hamburger yes, but not steak). Some of my customers though, act like it is some sort of miracle substance that bears little resemblance to supermarket beef. I think a lot of this is the placebo effect personally. I think our grass fed beef is great stuff, but not some sort of miracle like some of the customers seem to think. That said, I don't try to talk them out of it.Grass fed beef: Tastes better, worse, same?
I specifically bought a grass fed rib eye to try for myself and it was amazing. I have no idea if that has anything to do with being grass fed though or if it was just a quality cut of beef.
I'm actually kind of in the same boat. Spent a ridiculous amount of time with my grandparents and they were ALL about cooking the ever living fuck out of meat.I grew up eating well done steak because that's what my mother and grandparents ordered for me as a kid. My grandmother is a psycho when it comes to overcooking food. When we used to go to burger joints as a kid, we'd have to get to-go orders so she could take it home and microwave it for us to make sure it was all the way cooked. This was especially true of Arby's, where roast beef was sometimes pink (because it's fucking supposed to be) and she insisted it wasn't done until it was gray.
I gradually ate rarer and rarer meats as I got older and it became my choice. As an adult, I have had a full scale rebellion from this way of thought. A Pittsburg rare steak is one of life's great joys, but I love any rare steak. As long as it's not ice cold in the middle I'll happily eat it. My grandmother can barely watch me eat in a restaurant anymore because bloody meats gross her out.
I like it but not often. Same with tartare.So, am I the only one here that enjoys a good plate of beef carpaccio?
It's so thin though and it tears. Maybe I just suck at carpaccio.Put the whole piece in your mouth at once, slob.