I love this question. You ask a person to name the best steak they ever ate and they will give you an earful. It might be full of what crap steak they’ve had. Or you may hear a few tales of steak enjoyed on a trip where steak is great. Or they will tell you about their conversation with customs about the curious incident of a bag full of beef. But, pretty much, everyone has a steak story. Ask the same of chicken or pork? Not so much. There is something about beef that gets you excited.
Me? The best steak I ever ate has been tonight. Kids giddy yet asleep for Santa. Presents wrapped. Husband resting. Cats and dogs and cows all good. We did a mince sale, but aged the good cuts. Though we would love to sell these beauties, we need to try them first. Then sell. Us Grasspunks, we are extremely concerned with flavor and texture. This girl … the mince … made great mince, but what about her steaks? Well, the filet mignon was amazing. Amazing! The best steak I ever ate. Maybe it’s the set and setting. Maybe I was super hungry. No matter, I will forever remember the filet I ate when everyone was sleeping, Santa had come and gone and the flesh was fresh. Such flavor. Such texture. I will help to repeat this.
Okay now, ssssh! Don’t wake them. I’m enjoying this little moment of steak coma and calm. Go to sleep or he’ll miss your house!