The perfect portion. So I had two. |
So the steak I saved for last was a porterhouse.
Mostly because neither of our previous shares had included one and I wasn’t
quite sure how to cook it. Ignorance really is bliss.
As a dinner companion, I wilted down
a bunch of baby spinach on low heat with garlic and olive oil. This took all of
five minutes and three ingredients. While I’d like to give credit to the
amazing spice complication (salt and pepper) and the fantastic grilling of my
husband (4-5 mins a side on direct high), the beauty in this meal was the simplicity
of the steak itself. It tasted like meat, butter and fireworks.
This is where grassfed meat really
shines. In my opinion, grassfed, pasture-raised meat simply cannot be matched in
quality. Beef is an item where you truly get what you pay for (this
stuff isn’t cheap). However, one bite of that steak made me feel like I got the
bargain of the century.
Above all else, this dinner reminded me
that paleo doesn’t have to be complicated. It doesn’t have to be about
carefully emulsifying olive oil and lemon. It doesn’t have to be blending complex
and varied spice mixes. It doesn’t have to be finding “substitutes.” It can
just be simple. And shut-the-front-door good.
Lesson learned. Thank you porterhouse.
PS The next cow share arrives my house this weekend. I'm crossing my fingers for a porterhouse.