Steak. Just steak. Don’t need to say more, really.

Hello readers,

Please bear with me for this post. I’ve had a significant amount of red wine, and my head is tip-top full of things that are not bloggable. This is making actually blogging rather problematic.

This evening, I tried something I’ve never had before. I know. I KNOW. This is from the girl who has eaten snake, scorpion and tarantula, amongst other things. (Point of interest: never eating any of those things again. They were gross. Crickets, on the other hand…)

Yes, I had never had steak before this evening.

This is for 3 reasons:

  1. I am not a big meat eater and a large slab of cow on my plate doesn’t exactly scream “TASTY” at me.
  2. People who get excited about rare steak scare me. I mean, if they’re saying “I like my steak rare enough to walk off the plate”, they’ll probably be the first to fall in the zombie apocalypse, and then what’re you going to do, eh?  I’m just pointing that out.
  3. I can’t cook it.
SO. When I won a £20 Farmison voucher, I was at a loss. I wanted to try something new, something exciting. I’d had burgers and sausages all my life, poultry too, so they were out. Large joints of meat scare me even more than steak, and I’m not going to waste a whole £20 voucher on something that I’d likely burn through fear of food poisoning. No, that would be silly. That left me with steak.
Yet I had no idea how to cook it! According to celebrity chefs, it’s ‘easy’, but they’ve never been hunched over a toilet bowl in Vietnam after eating dodgy beef stir-fry and so cook everything to the point of rubber. Left to my own devices, I’d turn these things tougher than brake pads.
This is where Kat came in.
Kat is my friend, and has been my friend for a while now. She can cook steak. So I offered her a free steak dinner with one condition: she cooked it.
Kat and a plate of raw meat.
This is what she did (I was watching closely.)
  1. She put the steak on a plate.
  2. Then she poured a wee bit of olive oil onto the meat, and seasoned with salt and pepper. She asked if I had rock salt, but I am a student and so don’t. We moved on.
  3. She then put the oily seasoned steak in our heavy based frying pan. (She asked if we had something with a griddle bottom, but again, no.)
  4. For medium rare steaks, she cooked them for 2 minutes on each side on a high heat.
  5. Then we ate them.
Kat actually taught me how to tell your steak rarity! Poke your cheek: this is rare. Now poke your chin: this is medium rare. Now poke your forehead: this is a well-done steak.
Such an educational blog tonight, eh?
Anyway, I did the side bits. With the meat, I’d bought some Harrogate Blue cheese, and some nice English mustard, as I’d heard somewhere (Google) that they go well with meat. In addition, I made chips and roasted some veggies.
The chips were actually pretty gosh darn tasty, and not bad for something I made up with my own brain.
Potatoes. On a kitchen table. So exciting.

Caitlin’s Super duper Chips

  1. Pre-heat your oven HIGH. High as you can.
  2. Peel your potatoes, or at least scrub ’em.
  3. Slice them into roughly 1cm thick slices, then slice them into roughly 1cm thick sticks.
  4. Get a large pan of salted boiling water on the go. Then blanch your tattie sticks (why aren’t chips called this in real life?) for about 2 minutes.
  5. Take them out and put them into a roasting tin. Slosh a bit of olive oil over and season well.
  6. Into the oven they go, for as long as it takes. Check them regularly, and give them a bit of a shake now and then.
So that’s all it took for dinner! Here are some photos:
CHIPS. And red wine and veggies.



I look a bit like a serial killer but, hey, at least no one will mess with me.

That’s Jamie with Kat in the above picture. (He’s Kat’s acomplice.)

You know those people that you meet when you’re young and you know, you just know, that they’re going to set the world on fire? Ladies and gents, Kat and Jamie.

Kat is currently doing a Masters in Psychology at Glasgow, and Jamie is doing Something in Economics at Oxford. Jamie has just got his dream job working with economists in developing countries, so they’re moving abroad, probably to Southern Africa, in September. I shall miss them more than some pixelated characters on a screen could ever convey.

They were actually really impressed with the food, too, which is always nice to hear. Kat was telling us all about the local cows in her home bit of Aberdeenshire, and how you’d see them gambolling merrily in the fields, and then they’d be for Sunday lunch, so I think she knows her meat. Actually, I don’t want to think about my dinner gambolling. Ignore that last bit. Jamie said it was some of the best steak he’s ever had, too!
I think I know the farm the food came from tonight, and I certainly know where the cheese was made. When I feel cut off in my icy Glaswegian tenement palace, knowing my dinner is from home makes things a little rosier. Is that odd? I don’t really care if it is, actually.
So there you have it. My verdict on the steak? Tasty. I still have 3 in the freezer (£2.80 a steak, I bought 6. I like deals), but lord knows if I’ll be brave enough to cook them myself. We’ll see.
Caitlin x

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