So, while the Man and I were at the shore this week, I decided to order a steak (yes, when I could've gotten seafood--don't ask). Now, I like my steaks medium-well to well-done. As in, I don't like to see gushy red stuff coming out of something I'm eating. The Man informed me, however, that by ordering my steak as I did, I was practically inviting the chef to give me the crappiest piece of meat he had on his hands. All I have to say to that is "shame on you!" My steak actually turned out quite scrumptious (even the Man said it wasn't bad), but when I got back to D.C., what did I find on my yahoo homepage but this:
The first two lines read: "If you ask Mark Pastore of La Frieda Meats, a Manhattan-based meat purveyor, you should never prepare your steak well-done. That's like squeezing all the goodness out of the animal (and eating a leather shoe)."
My response? Oh, well. I don't plan to stop eating shoe leather any time soon. It tastes nice.