I've heard this many times before, and I disagree. When I'm training one of my cooks the temperatures of meats, I will call them over to my station every time I am testing a steak. Only by actually feeling dozens of steaks, lamb racks, pork tenderloins, ducks breasts and so on, can you begin to learn the feel of doneness.

My principle argument with this is that different cuts of steak feel different. A prime rib that is medium well may have a texture that is almost as tender as a medium rare new york striploin, just for example.

My favourite temperature? Take a large, well marbled steak, preferably rib eye or striploin, and place above the grill or under a heat lamp for 10-15 minutes, until roughly body temperature. Now season liberally with kosher salt and cracked black pepper, and grill at extremely high temperature over hard wood charcoal. Sear each side twice for about 15-30 seconds. The steak should still be bright red and gelatinous all the way through, but have beautiful char lines on each side.

Serve with red wine and shallot veal reduction, something horseradish-y (horseradish compound butter, horseradish mashed potato, horseradish creme fraiche, etc), something green and leafy and garlic-y (maybe garlic fried rapini, maybe some wilted spinach, whatever) and some colourful veggies.

Oh and as long as we're in dreamland, why not a bottle of Vega Sicilia Unico as well? I mean, if you've got a few grand to toss around.

Creme fraiche is a healthier lower fat alternative to cream

>> ^obscenesimian:
I'll agree that taste is subjective.
You however, obviously can't cook.
>> ^rougy:
These came out a little white and milky and that just didn't turn my crank.

Watery and milky is not what the result should be IF COOKED PROPERLY. if you didn't add creme fraiche, how did they get milky? White? you used real eggs didn't you.


And you, are a dickface.

Fuck off shithead.

Gordon Ramsay's a prick and so are you.

I'll agree that taste is subjective.

You however, obviously can't cook.

>> ^rougy:
These came out a little white and milky and that just didn't turn my crank.


Watery and milky is not what the result should be IF COOKED PROPERLY. if you didn't add creme fraiche, how did they get milky? White? you used real eggs didn't you.

I tried these this morning too. Just used a little ordinary cream to sub for the creme fresh. The mushrooms were great. Home made rye toast. Mmm breakfast.

I made these this morning after seeing this last night and they turned out amazing. Instead of creme fresh I used one slice of swiss cheese (always good).

>> ^joedirt:
ya, but where do you get the creme fresh. I guess I have coolhwhip.


Ugh. Coolwhip is SO disgusting.

>> ^Geo321:
no cheese?


I'm thinking he has used creme fresh instead.

I used to hump my pillow at night.
The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
Now I apologize to every high ranker.
But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you.
I never had the courage to approach you at school.
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool.
But I was just covering up all the insecurities that came bubbling up.
My complexion had
me stuck in an emotional rut, 'like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you called me
"Yo Chuck, they say
you're too black, man".
I think I'm too black.
Mom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black.
Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to
myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose
and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey.
the preachers' son from Haiti
who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
you thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams.
I dreamt of being white and
complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.
Now, I apologize for bottling up
all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut.
Even though I always told you not to
brag about the fact that your great grand
mother was raped by her slave master. Yeah, I became
militant too.
So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you.
I turned you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in my three quarter elephant goose with the fur.
I had the high top fade
with the steps on the side.
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride.
I had the sheep skin, name
belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle.

Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey. the preachers'
son from Haiti who
rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
Youthought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

Now here's a little
message for you.
All you baller playa's got
some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up, cash in
and ching ching it up, hope no
one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up.
Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged
and ruff.
And even though you tote a
glock and you're hot on the
streets, if you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to
its beat.
And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove
that a player like you could keep it honest and true. Don't mean to call your bluff but
mothafucka that's what I do.
You got platinum chain
then, son, I'm probably talking to you.
And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew.
And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too. I plan to have a whole army
by the time that I'm through to load their guns with songs they haven't sung.

*promote

Creme fresh you can get where you get sour cream.

Chives are important for the combination of the flavor.

If you can't use Creme fresh, you can use sour cream.

Thanks to St. Delia, this is very much how I have been cooking scrambled eggs, minus the creme fraiche and chives.

ya, but where do you get the creme fresh. I guess I have coolhwhip.

^ It looks like a Cadbury Creme Egg complete with filling oozing out. I have to imagine that's FAKE! Now what's going on in the second clip, the tennis one?

She really needs to run a creme rinse through that hair.

Creme That Egg