…and I feel terribly guilty. What happened? Well, if I knew, it wouldn’t have happened, would it? Here’s the story: I had bought a beautiful chunk of Entrecôte seconde, a pound of prime meat (sort of a French rib-eye, look at this professional website to find out more). I’ve seasoned it, seared it, put it in the oven to roast for a couple of minutes, I did baste it with butter, garlic and thyme, I gave it time to rest and relax – but I had it all wrong. In the end, my steak was almost as well done as a shoe sole which is to be considered the eighth deadly sin…and I felt like pointing the cutting knife towards myself.
I fully agree to Momofuku’s David Chang (as he put it in his brilliant cook book): “If you fuck up, you fucked up a piece of meat that costs a lot of money. That somebody took care to raise and slaughter and dry-age and butcher. That makes you an asshole…”. That is stark and, yes, even inappropriate language, yet I fully agree to the content. It’s no joke killing animals for our culinary pleasures. So once they’re in your pan you better get it right. Next time!