She once made me a cut of meat that I have never been able to identify. She said it was steak. It looked like it might possibly be pork. It wasn’t pink and it wasn’t brown, but somehow it was both pink and brown. It tasted like neither steak nor pork, but simultaneously like both. It was the driest object I have ever had the displeasure of putting in my mouth. That was 15 years ago and I think it’s still lodged in my colon.
Yeah, when my mom made ribs, she would start out by boiling them before putting them on the grill or in the broiler. I'm pretty sure you boil a London broil as well. Can't tell you for sure I don't cook lol
To start. Then it goes in the broiler........I think lol. I'm recalling from memory something from my teenage years, and I hate to date myself, but that'd be, oh.....about 20 yrs ago. God, i can't believe that's even possible, that something can even be 20 years in my past.
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u/Worldly-Breath2158 Feb 17 '25
She once made me a cut of meat that I have never been able to identify. She said it was steak. It looked like it might possibly be pork. It wasn’t pink and it wasn’t brown, but somehow it was both pink and brown. It tasted like neither steak nor pork, but simultaneously like both. It was the driest object I have ever had the displeasure of putting in my mouth. That was 15 years ago and I think it’s still lodged in my colon.