I’ve been thinking a lot lately about steak. If you read my latest “What I’m Into Right Now” blog post, you know that I recently got a new grill. I really want to grill up some ribeyes but our family schedule and the weather haven’t cooperated to make that happen.
It got me thinking back to the way I ate steak when I was a kid and how it’s much different than the way I enjoy steak today.
When I was little I remember having steak with some regularity. It’s probably because there was almost always a side of beef in our deep freeze in the basement. It helps when your family gets together to cut and package the meat together.
My Dad would usually do the grilling on a small gas grill permanently cemented into the patio next to our driveway. It was hooked into the house’s natural gas line so there was no propane tank. Just a dial to turn the gas on and then you’d use a match to light it.
In my memory, the grill was fairly small. About a half the size of the smallest grill I’ve ever owned as an adult… but it was big enough to grill up burgers and steaks for our family of four.
I’m not sure whether is was on purpose, or by accident, but most of the steaks we were served as a kid were well done. No pink in the meat at all. Maybe that’s why I’d alway dip my bites of steak into ketchup.
Now the thought of eating a steak cooked well done… or with ketchup makes me bristle. I’m not sure when the change happened but now I like my steak cooked medium… and as much as I love ketchup, the thought of eating it with steak is just plain wrong to me.
Even though I didn’t turn out enjoying my steak the way my Dad made it my girls certainly have learned to like their steak the way I do. “Make it pink in the middle, Dad,” is a phrase they’d often tell me when they were younger and knew I’d be grilling steak.
All this thinking about steak has me really wanting a ribeye!