Somehow last week the mind went dark and I found myself out to dinner with the wife at the local Outback. Well, after one bite of a perfectly cooked med-rare ribeye it all came back to me. So much salt and pepper on it, not to mention it was swimming in butter/oil, you couldn't even taste the meat. Being hungry I got through half of it but then quit. Thank goodness for the potato, salad and the glass of wine.
Fast forward to last night. Wife was out with her friend tending to their horses and I was left to fend dinner for myself. Wanting to erase the bad memory of the previous steak, I fired up the grill. A very nice ribeye seasoned 'properly' and grilled to med-rare. A side of thick sliced mushrooms sautéed then finish in red wine and a salad with homemade french dressing and blue cheese. Of course a good Michael David Cabernet. That was how a dinner should taste. Mental double note to self: never go to Outback for steak!
Oh, and the plate shot:
Fast forward to last night. Wife was out with her friend tending to their horses and I was left to fend dinner for myself. Wanting to erase the bad memory of the previous steak, I fired up the grill. A very nice ribeye seasoned 'properly' and grilled to med-rare. A side of thick sliced mushrooms sautéed then finish in red wine and a salad with homemade french dressing and blue cheese. Of course a good Michael David Cabernet. That was how a dinner should taste. Mental double note to self: never go to Outback for steak!
Oh, and the plate shot: