Warning: I really hope you like pictures of meat. Really.


See? Meat. To be precise, $65 worth of prime, dry-aged New York strip steak. Probably I should have only bought one of them, because there are only two of us and one of us doesn’t even like steak that much (not me), but the butcher was wrapping them up before I could stop him and I had visions of leftover steak with poached eggs on a leisurely Saturday morning and who cares about budget anyway?


Luckily, the rest of the meal was relatively inexpensive, in that the bottle of single malt scotch I had to buy to marinate the steak was a measly $45.

That’s right: steak soaked in scotch*. Because I’ve been thinking, you know, I really don’t have enough hair on my chest.

*From the The Essential New York Times Cookbook.


I put the marinade – scotch, brown sugar, soy sauce, worcestershire, mustard and onion – together last night so the steaks could take a nice long bath. Then when I got home from work tonight, I took them out to take the chill off before grilling.


To accompany the steak, the book suggests, among other things, fried corn. If you’re eating scotch-soaked red meat, you might as well accompany it with something fried in bacon fat. Plus, it gives me an excuse for yet more pictures of meat.


At least the side dish was somewhat seasonal, as it is The Time for corn in the tri-state area. For once, I managed to cut all the kernels off the cobs without having them shoot hither and yon across the kitchen. I also managed not to be overly grumpy at having to shuck corn, a much-hated task.


The corn fries in the bacon fat with some onion, before getting hit with heavy cream and the crumbled bacon. I tasted it to check for seasoning, and then I died, because my body was preemptively rejecting the idea of scotch-soaked red meat and lard corn.

While I was finishing up the corn and dressing some baby spinach with lemon juice in a futile effort to have something to cut through the fat, Brian started a fire and took care of the meat.


Aw, yeah.


Here’s the thing. This steak? Was awesome. The corn? Sweet and delicious. And I? didn’t really enjoy it.

Because – I cannot tell a lie, and you know I can’t keep anything from you – I am depressed. I thought I was overmedicated, I thought I would snap out of it, I thought anything BUT depression, but it’s time to face facts. I’m tired all the time, I’m not interested in anything, nothing makes me happy. I can’t remember the last time I got wrapped up in a book or sang along with the radio. I have no spunk. TNS feels like a job, and I’m ignoring you guys in the comments.

This situation? NOT GOOD. Back to the shrink I go on Monday morning to figure out how to put a stop to this bullshit.

So I feel a little bad for this steak, because it was underappreciated. YOU should soak a steak in scotch and brown sugar, grill it and give it some love.