We had a great BBQ last night. I brought steaks from Alberta and we had chicken and sausages. There was some debate over the best doneness of a slice of juicy, tender Alberta beef.
Now, I once was a card carrying member of dehydrated shoe leather club called Well Done. But in my eight years of residency in the prairie oyster eating country, I have learned a thing or two.
One being, I love a medium well steak. I crave it. It is much much better than a well done. I can even brave something closer to medium every now and again. Rare and blue really squeak me out still. I like juice, not blood.
A hot, evenly temperature grill is key. As is seasoning. With proper seasoning, BBQ sauce isn't required. BBQ contains a significant portion of sugar. Sugar burns. No one likes a black steak.
So, hopefully I have converted one or two Well Dones to at least Medium Well.
I still won't eat an oyster. Of any kind.
But the company last night was great. Lots of laughs and lots of fun.
Ian and Emma
Daddy and his little girl.
Emma and Carmin
Uncle George and Emma and Aunt Shelly. Wish Josh and Kayla could have been here!