I really don't think I need to write this, but since I've put a recipe in a box for each other one...
Soak steaks in beer to cover overnight, cook as desired (if cooking on the stove, turn frequently or they may curl too much to cook right), rub on lots of salt and pepper when they're done.
|Manager's Special, baby!|
|There was just a little bit of foam when I poured it out.|
But it turns out that one bottle of beer doesn't cover four steaks, so I got out a bottle of this stuff to keep them immersed (it was either that or actually remember to come downstairs and shake the thing occasionally)- I figured it tastes kind of like beer and anyway I've had this sitting around forever, so it's not like I absolutely must save it for some special night.
|I've only used this by the splash in sauces- a recipe called for "rice wine," this was cheaper, and I was conveniently ignorant that there's a difference.|
|I call it a white Russian doing a headstand.|
Digression: As some people know, antique cast iron has a lot of collectors who eagerly pore over different brands. But did you know that apparently they all go for skillets? This griddle was priced about what you'd expect to pay for one-step-up-from-crap-but-still-not-all-that-great saucepans, and I've seen skillets from the same company sell for the cost of a completely new set of expensive pots and pans with no markdown at a specialty store.
|Then again, who wouldn't shell out extra when says right on the bottom that it's your favorite?|
|I have to have at least one good picture on this blog.|
Like I said, since I have no idea how to cook steaks, I just put them on the stove and hoped for edible.
|I don't care how small they are. Two steaks at once just doesn't happen in my kitchen.|
But, since the Opinionated Steak Police were absent from my kitchen, I cooked them just until they were done to the center. Since I didn't do it over excessively high heat, they stayed nice and tender. Then I dumped on a crapton of salt and pepper and ate them out of my hand because I didn't want to have to wash a fork. Lacking patience to cook them all before eating, I ended up doing the old-style keep-your-left-hand-out-of-the-bread-bowl thing- I turned the steaks with one hand (yes, I still don't have a spatula) and ate out of the other.
|Lightly seasoned? Feh!|