Where there's smoke...

...there's steak. At least when I'm cooking, anyway. I feel like I've acquired a fairly substantial repertoire in the kitchen, but a good steak--which I love to eat--is not included.

Over the weekend, my parents joined Ryan and I for some food and fun. We picked up some gorgeous ribeyes from Costco (which I highly recommend if you haven't tried them before) for an upscale dinner at home. Since we don't have a grill, we are limited to the stove and oven, which didn't concern me since Ryan has made several delicious pan-seared, finished in the oven steaks. Ryan. Not me.

I rubbed the steaks with oil, sprinkled them with S&P for a good crust, and dropped them into a screaming hot pan. Plumes of smoke immediately began to fill our entire apartment and within one minute, I had set off the fire alarm and sent my family into full panic mode (except for my dad, who was committed to beating his high score on Wii Archery). My mom was frantically fanning a blanket to disperse the smoke, Ryan was opening all of the doors and windows, and my dad attempted to disable the smoke-alarm completely.

(Very close reinactment)

Amazingly, we were able to salvage the steaks (which hadn't really burned, just gave us a good scare). I topped them with some sautéed mushrooms and a red wine reduction...not bad for what could've been a major kitchen disaster. Slightly disastrous, pretty delicious.

Happy Searching,