I realize that it’s fairly cliche for a young 20-something woman to hate Valentine’s day. Stupid Cupid pub crawls, anti-Valentine’s day cards, and pledges to wear all black as a sign of solidarity to all those that share your sentiments are pretty common place. But, nevertheless, I really dislike it. I’m not bitter, or alone, I just don’t like big, hyped up holidays that make you feel pressured into being sweet and romantic to the one that you’re probably already being sweet and romantic to. And if you’re not, then you should be sweet and romantic every day, not just this day. And another thing! It’s so expensive to go out in the city anyway, much less a night when they are charging triple the cost for the same meal that you would get on, say, February 15. For this very reason, I told K not to get me anything, that this was not a trap or a test, and that we would stay in.
And, because I was being sweet and romantic, and because the one I was being sweet and romantic to loves steak, I pledged to try my hand at a steak dinner. We never really had steak growing up and my memories of steak at restaurants are rubbery, fatty, bleeding or burnt. Not appetizing. But I think I can’t call myself a cook until I can make a steak, so I did it. I made steak. Beefy, decadent steak.
We bought two New York Strips because they were fairly priced and looked pretty good, and I did an inordinate amount of research on how to cook steaks, and then set myself to the task. I made a Divine, delicious, would-eat-it-on-shoe-leather onion and blue cheese sauce that I found on http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/ to accompany the steak, and some very simple green beans dressed with olive oil, salt, and pepper.