#10 - I've always hated anyone who asked for their steak well done. When I'm grillin', medium is as far as I'll cook it. Anymore than that, I hand them the tongs and tell them to wreck it themself.
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My dad used to eat his steak well done. My sister likes hers rare, like with a little care the cow might have lived. I myself will go for a medium rare, but prefer to go closer to rare than medium. #14, the first time I got knocked out, in football, the ref held his hand about 3 feet over my head, and asked me how many fingers he was holding up. My coach grabbed his hand and pulled it down almost to my facemask, telling him that it was the only way that I could see it. I got a pair of athletic glasses for the next season. It made a big difference. I led the team in tackles that year, and again my senior year.
"I've always hated anyone who asked for their steak well done. "
Why?? Why does anyone bloody care how someone else likes their steak? Just because you don't? Sheesh. Free American citizens are allowed to have different tastes than yours - or mine.
"...rare, like with a little care the cow might have lived. " Now, that's funny. I'm stealing that one.
A friend of the family always preferred her meat well done. I always wondered why she wanted to ruin her steak or prime rib. Turns out she grew up in Nazi Germany, and as a kid was forced to eat some sketchy meat.
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ReplyDelete#10 - I've always hated anyone who asked for their steak well done. When I'm grillin', medium is as far as I'll cook it. Anymore than that, I hand them the tongs and tell them to wreck it themself.
ReplyDelete#12 is SO true as long as no one knew you puked!!! That, and a FAT line of coke.
My dad used to eat his steak well done. My sister likes hers rare, like with a little care the cow might have lived.
DeleteI myself will go for a medium rare, but prefer to go closer to rare than medium.
#14, the first time I got knocked out, in football, the ref held his hand about 3 feet over my head, and asked me how many fingers he was holding up. My coach grabbed his hand and pulled it down almost to my facemask, telling him that it was the only way that I could see it.
I got a pair of athletic glasses for the next season. It made a big difference. I led the team in tackles that year, and again my senior year.
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ReplyDeleteI might agree, *if* that was 1/2". That wrench is bigger than that. Unless the OP had really small hands.
Delete"I've always hated anyone who asked for their steak well done. "
ReplyDeleteWhy?? Why does anyone bloody care how someone else likes their steak? Just because you don't? Sheesh. Free American citizens are allowed to have different tastes than yours - or mine.
"...rare, like with a little care the cow might have lived. " Now, that's funny. I'm stealing that one.
A friend of the family always preferred her meat well done. I always wondered why she wanted to ruin her steak or prime rib. Turns out she grew up in Nazi Germany, and as a kid was forced to eat some sketchy meat.
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#10 That's the way I like my steak. My wife likes her steaks really rare - I sometimes expect the it to crawl off the plate.
ReplyDelete#10 wipe its ass, knock off the horns and throw it on my plate!
ReplyDeleteI eat my steak well done and I don't really give a fuck what you put in your mouth as long as it's not part of me! Give it a rest, already!
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