If you recall this post that linked to an entertainment guide from 1962 LA, many of the menus featured steaks. Steaks, steaks everywhere. Steaks and chops and seafood. I can imagine a typical plate consisting largely of a piece of rare meat and a bit of vegetal matter on the side for show.
I don’t eat a lot of meat anymore, not particularly for health or ethical reasons, mostly because I don’t care for it much (except for BBQ, of course). I was never much of a steak eater either. I was never particularly good at cooking the dumb things either; too hard to get the right mix of being done and being tender. But eh, whatever, I don’t miss it much (beef steaks, that is).
Except we were at the grocery store today and they had t-bones on sale. Two big hunks of meat for $10. Decent meat! Steak-and-eggs meat! Meat-and-potatoes meat! Hence, I regressed back to 1950s Man and made a couple of steaks on the grill. No spices, no nothing, just meat — with Adolph’s meat tenderizer, due to the ArchaeoWife’s continuing use of braces which requires very tender meat.
And corn on the cob. And pea salad. The only things missing from the plate were potatoes and Jell-O salad. Or just a bit of side salad.
And apple pie for dessert.
Behold, I am a mid-century Man and I have grilled my steaks over an open flame. The meat took up over half the plate. It was pink and tender and delicious.
The only thing missing was a Schlitz.
I kinda like steak sauce although I don’t have any now (never eat steak so why bother?). I was an A1 man, although I could get into Heinz 57 as well. These days I think I would prefer it plain. Seasoned with salt and pepper only.
And tomorrow I hit the gym and then head up in my Mustang to do fieldwork. In the rain.
I can feel the testosterone dripping off of me like a leaky gasket.
UPDATE: And then I watched football.
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