I’m so excited! Now that it’s officially Memorial Day weekend, I get to cook a lot! After this post, I’ll post another (maybe today, but probably tomorrow) about my attempt at making avocado fries and a peach gallete that I will make later today. But for now, this post is based on one of the most American meals of all time–steak and potatoes! The perfect combination of meaty goodness and the saltiness of potatoes (fried, mashed, baked, salad-i-fied, etc.) What better way to celebrate Memorial Day weekend than with a good, down home meal that has survived through the ages?
My mom and I–after treating ourselves to pedicures and foot massages while the men stayed home and worked–decided that since we had treated ourselves, we should treat the guys, too. So, with our toes separated and freshly painted, we took to the aisles of Kroger to hunt down some great deals. The first thing we picked up was a bag of ‘star spangled’ potatoes that were a combination of new red potatoes, purple potatoes (which taste just like normal potatoes; they are just purple), and small butter potatoes. Neither one of us really knew what we wanted to make for the guys, so we wandered with open eyes and open minds. And we found a pineapple. The first thing I thought was grilled pineapple rings–fresh rings. That’s what mom thought, too, so we added it to the basket.
I had been playing around with the idea of making shish-kebobs, but the only problem with those is that while you have delicious chunks of meat, you also have giant chunks of vegetables. Now, I love vegetables, but I’m not a big fan of grilled onion and the like. And then we came across the mother-load of all men’s hopes and dreams. We found the steak. Not the whimpy little circles of meat that some people call steaks. Oh, no! These were one inch thick bone in ribeyes that were just begging for me to take them home and eat them. They package of 4–the package that we needed to feed ourselves and the men–was around $55.
I’m going to interject something right here that’s basically promoting the Kroger’s Card. It’s free, and it offers you some exclusive deals that non-Kroger card people can only seethe about. Not only does this miraculous little rectangle of plastic save money at the gas pump, but it will also give you access to the wonderful deals, as I mentioned above. Non-Kroger card people had to pay $55 for the 4 juicy steaks. We only had to pay $18. I’m not joking. $18 for 4 one inch thick bone-in ribeyes. Now back to the tasites.
We headed back home, and I fired up the grill. I let it get nice and hot and then I scraped it clean just like you’re supposed to. I seasoned the gorgeous steaks with freshly ground sea-salt and pepper, a sprinkle of sugar, and the amazing Uncle Chris’s Steak Seasoning. It’s the best thing on earth when it comes to fresh beef. Period. My dad husked, cored, and sliced the pineapple for me to grill, too.
Now, let me tell you something about grilling–well, about me grilling. I’d never actually grilled anything other than burgers before. I didn’t know that you were only supposed to keep it on high to clean the grill and then set it on low to cook things like steak. I placed two of the four on the grill, most of the pineapple rings on the top rack, closed the lid, and went inside to begin boiling the potatoes. I came back outside literally two minutes later, and my fiancee and dad were battling a fireball that had previously been the pineapple slices and steaks. My dad launched into a lesson of how you’re supposed to only have the grill on high to clean and that you NEVER grill anything on high, etc. and I sat down and fired back remarks of how no one had ever taught me how to grill and that the only things I knew about the grill were what I picked up on the short minute’s worth of grilling commercials. Needless to say, had Orin not been sitting four feet away when the thing wen up in flames, the two steaks would’ve died.
So, after setting the proper temperature on the grill and nearly burning the deck down (the fireball caught the wooden fence behind it on fire and Orin put it out with a bucket of pool water before it spread too far), I was able to watch as Orin finished grilling the last two steaks.
I boiled the potatoes in salted water with a few teaspoons of minced garlic until they were fork tender. Then I drained them, seasoned them with salt and pepper and dropped a stick of unsalted butter on top. I let them sit for a few minutes to let the butter melt and then I loaded up everyone’s plate and we dug in. Never before in my entire life have I eaten an entire steak and all of the sides by myself. I changed that last night and wowed Orin with my empty plate and happy belly. Why was it so happy? Because it had eaten this:
I hope this has brought a ray of humor to your day and a light of inspiration to do something special for Memorial Day weekend. Thanks for reading!