This post is dedicated to Brooke and Brittany. They’re sisters. They’re both pretty obnoxious, and prone to cheap sexual innuendo, especially when it comes to jokes about hot beef. (Hey, girls- did you know that “innuendo” is Italian for suppository?) They live in Portland, or Seattle, or some other silly pseudo-city out West, where they smoke weed, play hacky sack, and hang out with other negligent reprobates. For a while it was hard to decide which of them was lazier, but now Brittany has clearly won. She’s a big huge quitter of Sarah Palin-esque proportions. Click the link to see the last time she posted something. Seriously, it’s just shameful. She hardly even bothers to comment on other people’s blogs any more, that’s how far she has sunk into her morass of appalling torpor. Honestly, the kids today.
So, because they did/specifically did not ask for it respectively, here’s a flat iron steak. Sous vide at 52˚ C for an hour or so, then a sear in smoked duck fat. Sweet potato fries. Green mash made from curly endive, garlic, pine nuts, olive oil, ume plums, white truffle oil, lemon juice, and a little mustard. More mustard on the side. It’s what’s for dinner, bitches.