2 inch thick dry aged bone-in new York strip -- wondrous marbling obscured by the salt. Will be cooked over a covered charcoal fire supplemented with applewood at 200 degrees until barely medium rare, then uncovered and given a hard sear at outrageous temperature.
I think I will name this steak Vincente.
Poetry challenge: obvious. Leave'em in the comments.
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And when he came to us we could not see him,
it was as though he was obscured by the sun,
though it was night.
We shielded our eyes from the glory,
and we panicked and our confusion
tore at us.
But then we could hear him lowing,
gently,
soothingly.
Be not afraid, he told us, for I am the
Steer of Love and brotherhood,
Come to bring peace and radiance to your stomachs,
Your lives.
And we wept,
for in our poverty we had nothing to offer,
not even the driest of grasses,
not the bitterest of waters.
And the cow lowest to us,
You need not weep,
For your gratitude is enough
To sustain me, and I come to
Give.
And how should we call you,
O Great One?
We asked.
Remember me as Vincente, the
Steer of Brotherhood, and
Love.
Now,
Eat of me, so that you may know
Peace.
And we did.
And all was good.
Vincente had little malice during his final moments
humming to himself, with the hum of the conveyor belt
His next life, predestined to begin
After the great storm of New Jersey,
Was met by an even greater power outage
The summer of 2010
The sound of wet matches against rough and soggy surfaces
The sound of a stove switch and its infertile clicks
Somewhere, in New Jersey, a father curses
Somewhere, in New Jersey, a son skips
It is fourty minutes past dinner time
And in that somewhere,
What was once Vincente is reborn as
WORLD’S LARGEST PIECE OF BEEF NIGIRI
Wet hair
Wet feet
Cold beef
Cold teeth
puff for the win. + 532.
I want a steak tartare sushi roll now.
Our greatest sorrow
Robots have no mandibles
Gears mash meat
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