Actually, I just grossed myself out, so maybe I’ll sear the heart over a fire for a second or two before chowing. That being said, the following form Susan Burton over at Slate grosses me out too:
I prefer my meat cooked through, gray, no trace of pink. Shoe leather? To me that signifies "food safety." Mine is the hockey-puck, the charcoal, the hunk of tuna that is still on the grill.
However, I’m happy to report in the years I’ve been eating adventurously (raw, buttered Ethiopian beef dishes, Elk tartar, unintentionally raw fried chicken) I’ve never once developed a food bourn illness. This either means I’m a lucky bastard, or our food fears are terribly overblown.
Either way, I am a firm believer that the less you cook most food, the better it is. Unless, of course, your braising the hell out of some deliciously fatty oxtail. That’s well-done I can get behind.
So, Blogtownies, how are you taking your steak these days?