Trotz is throwing his dish around, he has made several approaches. Drop it loudly to the floor, gently lay it in my lap, scoot it across the floor with his tongue. He is currently looking at me, mournfully, bowl at his feet.
“I know buddy,” I tell him, “but it’s all gone now”.
I feel a bit like weeping and grinning at the same time.
He feels the same.
I feel boneless and relaxed.
Honestly, I’ve not felt this great in years.
I was worried that the fabulous gift from Omaha Steaks were ruined by a late delivery by UPS. The 2 day scheduled delivery took 4 days, a shipment of 8 of their very best steaks arrived this morning. 4 of them were still frozen, 4 were very cold, but definitely thawed. I gave 2 thawed and 2 frozen to Bob, took the remainder back to the cabin with me.
I had to make a trip to Shreveport to help my daughter, but seriously, all I could think about were those steaks in the fridge. I couldn’t bear the thought of half the shipment wasted.
I rushed home.
I made the perfect mashed potatoes as a side, light and fluffy, no flavoring or cheese. Nothing to compete with the steak.
I put a pan on low, put a little butter and a little water in it, covered it and let it slowly warm. I pulled out the tiny steaks. In the package, they are about an inch thick, about 5 inches long, 4 inches wide.
The marbling is apparent, even through the packaging. This looks very different from any cut of meat I’ve ever cooked. I hesitate, wondering if I’m about to ruin it. But I won’t be able to eat it if it’s not well done, all I will be able to taste is copper, I have to do it.
So I lightly season the two thawed steaks with a very little salt and pepper, lay them in the hot, steamy pan, put a little butter on them, cover and just let cook. After about 6 minutes, I lift the lid to find the steaks have “risen” to nearly 2.5 inches thick!
I turn them, recover and let cook for a few more minutes, just until the juices run clear. The meat is incredibly…well, soft.
I remove the meat from the heat, drain the juices, and heat the skillet to really dang hot. Drop just a touch of butter into the pan, it sizzles, perfect.
Return the meat to the pan and sear it.
I retrieve Trotz’s bowl, add a bit of kibble, pour the juice over the kibble, add a few generous chunks of meat to it, then set it aside to cool.
I fix my plate and decide to watch some TV while I eat.
I didn’t watch any TV.
Even well done, the meat was incredibly tender and juicy. The flavor of the beef was pure and light, a very clean taste.
There was not a single unpleasant bite. Not one.
I took my time too, waiting for a fatty bit, tough piece, perhaps some gristle in there somewhere. Nope. EVERY. SINGLE. BITE. WAS. JOYOUS.
I have never had a better meal. Seriously, I’m 51. I’ve traveled and lived all over the world. I’ve eaten some pretty incredible meals made by people with mad skills, nothing compares to this. A simple steak, cooked at home, with a side of plain mashed potatoes.
These steaks are just that good.
Omaha Steaks, thank you for such a wonderful experience. You said it was the best steak you had, and it was absolutely the best I’ve ever had.
Trotz concurs, though he is still a huge fan of the gourmet franks.
Here is the link, I seriously rate this 5 out of 5.
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