About six months ago, I started losing my taste for steak. Which was sad because a) I have an iron deficiency b) it's one of Joel's favorite foods and c) IT'S STEAK FOR GOD'S SAKE. How do you stop liking STEAK?!?
Steak is basically the food equivalent of oral sex. Unless you're a veg/vagitarian, there's seriously something wrong with you if you don't like it.
Either that or you're doing it wrong.
Anyway, I was on my way home to cook the two New Yorks I'd been marinating in red wine and coarse ground mustard for two days when I had a steakiphany - that I stopped liking steak right around the time Joel and I moved in together. Joel, being the one in possession of the twig and berries in our relationship, not to mention the world's best panini grill, has always been in charge of steak at Gunzmont Farm.
Driving home that night, I realized I did NOT want a panini grilled steak. I wanted a steak slathered in butter and fried in a cast iron pan with some bacon grease.
So that's what I made.
Meanwhile, Joel heated up the panini grill and made his own steak the way he's been making it ever since we had our first argument about how the panini grill DOESN'T BELONG ON THE COUNTER. Except, of course, that's where it's been sitting for six months because he won that argument. (What can I say? I pick my battles.)
But actually I WON because his steak wasn't nearly as pretty as mine.
But this is a food blog and I obviously care more about the meat than the packaging, so we did a blind taste test. We each cut off two perfect bites of steak and then fed one bite of each steak to the other person while they had their eyes closed. Both steaks were cooked perfectly medium rare, which helped level the playing field.
My butter-slathered, bacon-charred steak not only WON the blind taste test, but it won by such a large margin that Joel got up and put his steak in the fridge (for a salad, which he ate today) and we ended up just sharing mine.
I think his exact words were, "You can butter my steak any time, baby."