I have been on an almost 20-year mission to deprogram my wife, and somewhat through her influence, my kids away from well-done (and beyond) meat. When I first spent time with her family, it became readily apparent that the modus operandi was to cook all meats to a state of flavour-inert, moisture bereft, lifeless, unappetizing, jaw-fatiguing nothingness. Early in our married life, we hit rock bottom with a serving of "dry" ribs that could have been used as brake pads and, literally, raised dust when I attempted to saw through it.
Since then, it has been a slow and gentle process towards tolerating, and appreciating, foods cooked fully but in the medium to medium-well vein. Rosts, and now steak, is allowed to have a pink color. Red is still frowned upon (although tolerated as long as it's on my plate). I have to take pretty careful pains to ensure that no red-colored juices flow out of roasts I carve (tricky sometimes). I have recently starting using an alarm meat thermometer but it takes a few tries to find what remove temperature gets the results that are acceptable. Last roast was still too rare by a fair margin, even though the termometer temp said it should have been medium. Possibly the thermometer wasn't centered in the roast.
The other "flavour" issue that we have made progress on is marbling. The family no longer automatically excises all traces of fat nor wastes large percentages of portions because "there was some fat on them". In the immortal words of all chefs "Fat IS flavor"....within reason, of course.
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