That’s if I can get up the stairs - I’m seizing up now!You will sleep well tonight!
Andy
That’s if I can get up the stairs - I’m seizing up now!You will sleep well tonight!
Andy
For medium rare, I start with the steak at room temperature, season with salt & pepper, lightly oil the steak, not the pan, high heat for a minute each side to seal it, then on low/medium heat turning every minute or so and keep testing how it feels - should feel like the density of your cheek. I always chuck in a knob of butter near to the end and baste it and most importantly, let it rest, covered in foil for at least 10 minutes. Mrs Mottie likes hers done medium so I usually start hers a few minutes before I start my one.What's the secret?, I ask because Mrs filly although being a good cook, delicious meals, nice cakes, despite all that, I always dread it when she cooks a steak.
What's the secret?, I ask because Mrs filly although being a good cook, delicious meals, nice cakes, despite all that, I always dread it when she cooks a steak.
My mates wife is the same. He once ordered Chateaubriand for the pair of them and she butted in with "well done". The waiter asked her if she was sure. She was. He could have punched her.Well done for me, any sign of blood, and I will not eat it..
Neighbours of my mate in London (who I knew quite well as a customer) moved to my road in Hornchurch. They invited me, my mate and our wives to dinner one night. The husband cooked and it was trout. It was practically raw - I kept expecting the eyes to blink or the tail to move. We all basically pushed it around on our plates. At the end of the evening when we left, they saw us to the door. Our friends drove off and we walked up to our house. I hadn’t even got home when my mate phoned me and said “Fùck me, Phil could have warned us it was Sushi". We still laugh about it.One time in Florence, we went to visit a friend for dinner. When we arrived she hadn't started cooking and, I was thinking, dinner at eight isn't going to happen. The steak was sitting on the worktop ready to be cooked. When she started cooking it, it went into the pan with a whoosh, and after what seemed like 15 seconds there was another whoosh and the other side was being done. Once it was scalded on both sides it came out and onto a rack, I was thinking that it was then going into the oven. Nope, that was it done.
There was blood all over my plate and I struggled to eat it. My reply when I was asked if I would like some more, no grazie, sono pieno.
We laughed about that many times after because my partner knew very well that I didn't want to eat it.