My Mom says that she was horrified by a steak and baked potato dinner served to her by a white host
My Mom says that she was horrified by a steak and baked potato dinner served to her by a white host family when she first arrived in North America. Sharp knives on the table, cutting a bloody piece of meat right on your plate, a plain baked potato, no contrasts of color or flavor or texture, it was just a bit shocking to someone who grew up on Chinese food. But apparently she got over it by the time she was raising me, because when I was a boy she would treat me to steak dinners every few months. My parents still think that’s why I’m bigger than them, though I’m not so sure about all that.Last night’s steak dinner was just about the cheapest cut of beef you can get, an eye round steak, three bucks a pop. It’s a lean and tasty cut, but it will turn to leather in a hurry if you’re not careful with it. I tenderized it, marinated it in mirin-hoisin-ginger, charred it on the grill to medium-rare, and made a tangy peppery dipping sauce. On the side, a big-ass Idaho potato, slathered with olive oil, salt, black pepper, basil, baked on a bed of garden thyme, and steamed broccoli dressed with a dash of sesame oil and ponzu. Served with cheap red wine. This is the proverbial stick-to-your-ribs meat and potato dinner. Takes me back to being a little boy being plied with hearty American food by proud Chinese parents. -- source link
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