I don't eat much beef any more, but I love it rare. I prefer my steaks to be medium-rare, but for roast beef or prime rib I want the meat to howl "Moooo!".
Years ago, on one of my overseas tours to Okinawa, I went to the Sunday brunch over at the Kadena Air Base Officers' Club. They had this massive steamship round hanging from a meat-hook, and you could get your beef sliced to order. I told the chef to cut me the reddest piece he could find, and later went back for seconds.
After my heart attack in 2914, my beef-consumption dropped off considerably. The wife keeps a close watch on me, though she did allow me to have an early dinner at Wendy's yesterday. I ate a bacon cheeseburger and fries, washed down with an ice-cold coke, and it was delicious.
Years ago, on one of my overseas tours to Okinawa, I went to the Sunday brunch over at the Kadena Air Base Officers' Club. They had this massive steamship round hanging from a meat-hook, and you could get your beef sliced to order. I told the chef to cut me the reddest piece he could find, and later went back for seconds.
After my heart attack in 2914, my beef-consumption dropped off considerably. The wife keeps a close watch on me, though she did allow me to have an early dinner at Wendy's yesterday. I ate a bacon cheeseburger and fries, washed down with an ice-cold coke, and it was delicious.