A Man on a Mission

An unfortunate truth of living in a city is the great reduction of private outdoor living space, specifically, the loss of my grill.  The day that I sold my grill was a sad sad day…

I’ve only recently discovered how to make lemonade out of this situation and wonder why it didn’t dawn on me earlier.  For my entire life, I’ve cooked steak on the frill.  I was surprisingly unaware that steaks are prepared in an oven at most steakhouses.  With this knowledge, I’ve become an inspired man on a mission: to prepare the perfect (non-grilled) steak.

A broiled steak has a different flavor than the grilled steak.  …one that I like (I like it a lot).  So much so that I’ve cooked steak three times in a ten day period.  I like mine marinated before hand and then broiled on both sides for five minutes.  I finish the filet on the stovetop (in a nice pool of hot butter).  The result is heavenly.  Like any aspiring chef, I’m only as good as my tools.  The final piece of the puzzle arrived this week.  It’s surprise gift from Wifey.

Oh yes; seven pounds of pre-seasoned, carnivore enabling, intruder bashing, cast iron goodness.  Thank you, Wifey.  Thank you, Ms. Dean.

Now, if I could only figure how to reduce the amount of smoke I produce…