Spot & Bubby
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Bossman gifted me with a tomahawk steak recently. I'd never had one before and certainly never grilled one myself.
Was I intimidated by the challenge of cooking it? Bet your behind I was.
Considering that I have permanently banned my dear husband from even looking at a steak before it hits his plate after five years of "better luck next time," I was absolutely feeling the pressure to get it right.
Sidebar: Hubbs is a beast when it comes to brisket. He's the GOAT, hands down. He just isn't wired for steak and will walk away from the grill every single time "to get a beer" or "check the score." (No, honey, you can't do that.) I tease him about it endlessly, even though I know he's waiting for the tables to turn.
So... I put him in charge of heating the bread and sent him to the man cave until the steak was resting. Then I fought with his grill the whole time the steak was on. I was butter basting every 7-10 minutes, and everytime I closed the lid, the rack holding the coals fell to the bottom or the handle to it wouldn't get out of the way of the lid, or both. I just knew the steak was a lost cause by the time I took it off the fire, even though it had the right "give" to it for medium rare when pressed with tongs.
To my relief, the steak was almost right by the time it rested. Next time I'll not let it rest quite as long, I think, and it will be perfect. I think I'm also going to make sure my dear husband has a new grill by the next time I cook steaks .

Served with loaded, crispy oven baked potatoes, Hawaiian sweet roll, and zucchini blackened on the grill. For dessert: Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream with warm Butterscotch sauce.
Was I intimidated by the challenge of cooking it? Bet your behind I was.
Considering that I have permanently banned my dear husband from even looking at a steak before it hits his plate after five years of "better luck next time," I was absolutely feeling the pressure to get it right.
Sidebar: Hubbs is a beast when it comes to brisket. He's the GOAT, hands down. He just isn't wired for steak and will walk away from the grill every single time "to get a beer" or "check the score." (No, honey, you can't do that.) I tease him about it endlessly, even though I know he's waiting for the tables to turn.
So... I put him in charge of heating the bread and sent him to the man cave until the steak was resting. Then I fought with his grill the whole time the steak was on. I was butter basting every 7-10 minutes, and everytime I closed the lid, the rack holding the coals fell to the bottom or the handle to it wouldn't get out of the way of the lid, or both. I just knew the steak was a lost cause by the time I took it off the fire, even though it had the right "give" to it for medium rare when pressed with tongs.
To my relief, the steak was almost right by the time it rested. Next time I'll not let it rest quite as long, I think, and it will be perfect. I think I'm also going to make sure my dear husband has a new grill by the next time I cook steaks .

Served with loaded, crispy oven baked potatoes, Hawaiian sweet roll, and zucchini blackened on the grill. For dessert: Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream with warm Butterscotch sauce.