Monday, April 29, 2019
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www.quora.com
I will tell you, but you might not like the answer.
I’m
a cook, and I have cooked a lot of steaks, and everything the other
answers say is true. A lot depends on the quality of the meat and the
technique.
But there is one thing nobody has mentioned.
Once
upon a time, I worked as a server in a restaurant that was known for
the quality of their steaks. Steak night was a big deal, and always a
full house.
The
owner did the steaks himself, and he had a secret recipe for basting
that he told me he got from a chef at a chain steakhouse, but he
wouldn’t tell me the recipe. I saw him add a bottle of Italian dressing,
so I knew that was one of the ingredients.
We
had a new cook, and one day she was filling the big stove salt shakers.
She complained that the salt didn’t taste right, and wondered if it had
gone bad, so I asked her where she got the salt from. She pulled a big
jar off the top shelf, and showed it to me.
It said Monosodium Glutamate.
She read sodium on the label and mistook it for salt.
And instantly I knew the secret to the steaks.
So the next steak night I watched, and sure enough he reached for the MSG.
It
makes a noticeable difference in the taste of meat, and it’s in a lot
of prepared steak seasonings that you buy, but it might not be good for
you. Personally, I don’t use it.
QURO.COM
Deb Kearney, former Pet Sitter, Senior Animal Adopter.
Dogs seem to choose the person who feeds them, cares for them the most. Cats have a different system entirely.
My
daughter talked me into adopting a brother and sister 3 months old. She
was determined that they would bond with her. They were kept in her
room, litter was in her room, food, water, cat tree. She would sit for
hours with them. FF 4 years later, the male is bonded with her - sort of
- he prefers her, but will accept attention from anyone. The female for
some strange reason chose me. She pretty much won’t let anyone near
her, rarely even myself, all day long. But once I hit the bed for the
night there is a mandatory 15 minutes of her sitting/lying on my chest
and me scratching, rubbing, petting her all over with loud purring. Till
she finally settles down to sleep. She’ll stay on my chest until I move
and she has no choice, then she’ll settle at my feet. This happens
every single night. If I try to skip the ritual and go right to sleep my
face is rubbed until I give in. If I put my hands under the covers to
cut it short, she’ll reach out her paw to touch my cheek. And who can
resist a gentle touch on the cheek from a beautiful cat looking into
your eyes with her own soulful look? She’s my girl. And I put -0- effort
into forming a bond with her. She simply chose me.
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