My last post was about how I never eat beef, how I wanted to start, how “it’s just food” and “mind over matter,” and how excited I was to cook up the $10 steak I bought from Trader Joe’s.
Tonight was the night to go for it with the steak.
My sister had sent me a sequence of 5 text messages telling me how to cook it, which I tried to follow to a T. Thaw completely, salt and pepper both sides, bring to room temp a bit, put in a searing hot pan, reduce heat a bit, sear til crispy, turn heat back up and flip, reduce heat again, sear til crispy…repeat. I cut mine up into pieces to get the insides done because I have issues getting the middle of meat done on my stove and not cooking meat thoroughly freaks me out. (My sister tells me I need a gas stove and new pans. Sometimes, I think she knows all things.)
I made some sweet potato fries to go with it, which I only burnt slightly, and had some leftover guac that I made earlier today to go with the fries. Time to eat! The chunk I ended up putting on my plate, and the first slice I cut up for a bite contained the fatty rubbery side of the steak…which didn’t seem like something one should eat. I texted my sister to confirm this. While I waited for her response, I literally just stared at the hunk of meat on my fork for at least two minutes, trying to get myself to bring the fork to my mouth. I just couldn’t do it. When my sister texted me back saying “no you don’t eat that part,” I was relieved for that, but when I finally got myself to take a bite of the meaty part of the steak, I was unimpressed.
I just don’t like it. It’s not the worst thing, and I know I could eat it if I had to, like if someone else was cooking for me and it was the only option. But that bite was just like I remembered all my other past experiences with beef: slimy, grimy, rubbery, and not very flavorful. I think I had this expectation too that I would eat this as an adult now with my more “matured” palette, and angels would sing and I would cry in anguish over what I had been missing all my life, and then, I would move forward a happy red meat-eater.
But…I just don’t think I can do it. I’m just not one of those people who can force myself to eat something I don’t like the taste of, even when it’s good for me. Maybe that doesn’t make me “paleo,” but I don’t really care. I’m glad I tried it, and maybe I’ll try other cuts of beef to see if there is something else I like better. Maybe.