I’m not scared,
Of a little pink,
Or of well done, no pink.
The textures are different.
I can eat a steak,
That is still cold on the inside.
Or one that is well done.
I don’t even think about the pink.
What I notice more is the texture.
Rare is more chewy.
More moist.
While well done more dry,
Breaks apart in my mouth.
The goal is medium.
Best of both worlds.
The perfect amount of juice,
To the meat.
But that is hard to produce.
So I eat what I cook,
Whether it is pink or not,
I will devour it.
WOOF
