Depressing steaks

A Mountain of Meat

What should have been a very pleasant evening – munching through a mountain of meat with my brother – turned into a quite depressing experience when we began contemplating the future of our country. We were both in agreement that the future is quite bleak for (Great) Britain and hence our children.

Frederick Mair has my eyes. His mothers smile. And Gordon Browns debts. (Quality advertising that).

Sad steaks

Despite the doom and gloom, we did our best to eat our way through over 1.8 kilo of Cornish steak, comprising 2 rumps weighing about 300g each and a pair of T-bones.

Ross slow-cooked an onion & parsley sauce and I prepared some oven roasted potatoes with garlic and rosemary. We served it with a couple of lovely bottles of Pinot Noir.

Despite the deliciousness of our meal, the sadness took its toll and unfortunately neither of us could manage to clean our plates. Not something I like to admit to very often.

Sad steak & sauce

Verdict: Don’t mix politics with steak.

First steaks of the year

First steaks of the year

January in the Mair household is a fairly boring affair. For the past several years Tillie has insisted we have a booze free month to start the year. In 2008 I made it to the 6th. This year however I am faring better. It’s the 9th and not a drop has passed my lips*.

Steak night without a decent glass of rouge is not quite the same. Red wine is the perfect compliment to a quality piece of beef and a consuming a healthy portion of steak without washing it down with a glass of rouge somehow leaves you feeling like you’ve missed out on something, which is how I feel tonight.

The meat was great and I enjoyed it. I defrosted a couple of Sirloins left over from the recent trip to Cornwall, which were delicious still. I grilled the pair of them to perfection. Mine was about 400g worth and Tillie’s about half that. Though great as the meat was, without the plonk it wasn’t a ‘Friday night is steak night’ that’s going to stay with me.

I’m considering swapping the following three Friday’s with a few Monday’s from February. I probably won’t miss them and it’ll make for a much more enjoyable steak night for the rest of the month.

I’d welcome your thoughts on the matter.

* The two pints of Guinness and glass of bubbly on  Sunday do not count of course. I was obliged to drink as we were celebrating the engagement (finally) of Mark & Amy, who are also expecting their first child this week.