Real love often means you have to love your partner and all the family that comes with them. Now marriage is a sacred act, with many oaths and vows, but last time I checked, until well-done steak wears our mouth out, being one of them. That is precisely what happened when a frustrated husband laments the annual in-law birthday steak that’s cooked to what we call shoe leather temperature. He shared what it looked like, and deserts were envious of how dry this meat looked.
In a rather amusing but sympathetic post we can all agree with shared on the mildlyinfuriating Reddit page by user suck_my_jargon, he shares his frustration with the annual serving of leather with a side of corn. Here is what he captioned the image with.
Got served this disgraceful excuse for a steak at my father in laws birthday. Every year I tell them I will cook my own steak because I like it cooked medium to medium rare. Every year I get this bull… not only do they cook it well done but they put it in the oven for about an hour to let it “tenderize”. Not too mention there’s only about 4 grains of salt and half a pinch of pepper on the whole tray of steaks. Idk what they have against delicious, tender, juicy steak but my god… they owe that cow an apology.
As you can see from the image, it’s a well-burnt steak, half a corn on the cob, and a biscuit that hasn’t seen moisture at any point in its life. Many folks on the post laughed at the poor husband’s annual dinner feast, served by his father-in-law.
“I’m a vegetarian. You’re a vegetarian now? I am when I’m at your house.”
“In the culinary justice system food based offenses are considered especially heinous. In kitchens everywhere the dedicated foodies who investigate these vicious crimes against taste are members of an elite squad known as the Special Viddles Unit. These are their stories.“
“If you listen closely, you can still hear the chewing coming from the grave to this day.”
“jeez put the NSFW tag on that”
Everybody has been there, and while some insist on being wrong about their steak preparations, we can’t be too mean to them, I suppose. After all, they might be family, not everybody can be perfect.
