That’s It, I’m Off the Grass
Even though I love me some Cadbury’s, kiwis, and Mahi-Mahi, I try to be a good organic locavore, I really do. I’ve quit the big chain supermarkets and now shop almost exclusively at the Park Slope Food Co-op. I eat New York apples and drink Long Island wine. But there’s one thing I’m just not sold on: grass-fed beef.
I’ve never been much tempted by the lure of vegetarianism, but there is one stat that has always grabbed me. According to some hippie I met in college or something, you could feed 80 percent of the people in the world on the corn and soy we feed our livestock in the United States. Basically, if we stopped needing our cows and pigs to be so fat and delicious, we could instantly wipe out hunger worldwide.
Well the co-op has a vast array of grass-fed beef products, and I feel like these local meats are probably less likely to give me mad cow or e coli or whatever we’re supposed to be scared of this week, so I felt obliged to give it a shot. My first attempt was this steak. I even compensated for the low-fat content by topping it with avocado butter, but as I previously reported, it smelled like dog food and was way too chewy.
After the jump, my very meat-eating existence is at stake, and you have a say.
I still wanted to love the grass-fed steak, so I did a little online research, watching the video below, which I found on the Kitchn.
OK, low flame – got it. So I abandoned my broiling and went back to the kitchen with a new grass-fed steak which I sliced and put into a stir-fry. The result: a little bit better – but still an unappetizing smell and a little bit too chewy. I mean, it wasn’t bad, but if I’m gonna have a steak, I want it to be better than not bad.
So I tried one more time, buying some beef (the cut shown above) that was a little bit more expensive, to see how it would hold up. I cooked it up in a wok – on low heat, with peppers and onions. Not bad, but still…I found myself picking around the beef. It just wasn’t amazing.
Researching further, I found that I am not alone in my distaste for grass-fed beef. Apparently, it’s just always going to be a different flavor and my taste buds may be too used to that fatty, corn-fed goodness.
So that’s it, I’m done with the grass. But now I’ve spent so much time congratulating myself for not eating icky, supermarket, possibly-contaminated beef, that I’m scared to go back to it. What do I do, dear readers? As always, I leave my fate in your hands. Your votes please.