For my final sandwich, I plucked up the courage to face a really big fear: cooking steak. My man absolutely adores steak and orders it every chance he gets when dining out. Too scared of failing to measure up to those dishes, I refused to buy beef—let alone make it for dinner—and always chose chicken instead.
How could I learn unless I actually tried? I’m pretty sure the sky wouldn’t fall if I under seasoned it, or the world wouldn’t end if I turned it into leather. So. Deep breath. March into the store, meander to the back, and…
Freeze. Holy cow, how many different cuts of beef are there?? I thought it would just be ground and… Well, steak. Turns out Safeway sells at least 9 bazillion, half of which sound exactly the same. (Bottom round roast, bottom round steak… Top round roast, round tip roast… Tri-tip, sirloin tip, round tip… Both a dyslexic’s and speed reader’s nightmare!)
I grabbed something with a reasonable price tag, staggered to the cashier, and finally stopped hyperventilating when I buckled myself safely into my car. Back at home, I whisked together a quick marinade for the meat and let it sit in the fridge all day while I tried (unsuccessfully) to forget about it. But I did actually cook the steak, I did actually eat a piece, and I did actually grin at the end.
I did it, I cooked steak, and I’m actually excited to do it again!