I was raised largely health-nut-vegetarian-hippie-style. I jokingly refer to myself as a 'recovering vegetarian.' I kind of tend to eat very little meat out of preference (just never developed much of a taste for the stuff, I guess), but have to get some occasionally for health reasons.
Then I went and married a dyed-in-the-wool, huntin', grillin', steak-gnoshin' carnivore.
Life is funny like that.
Anyway, my upbringing meant that I never really got a lot of training in meat-cooking, and have always been kind of squicked out by raw meat. I have to *touch* that? Ew.
I've gotten a lot better about that, and can at least handle the stuff now. I can make chicken and dumplings. I can grill sausages. I'm making progress, here. But cooking cow-meat still terrifies me; there are all these super-specific amounts of cooking (WTF does medium-well actually mean, anyway?), and it's apparently really important to get it exactly right for each person. What, you've never cooked a steak before? Better get it perfect! But no pressure!
Eek. But! I am a grown-up now, and can conquer this silly steak-phobia. A while back I set aside a chunk of steak when portioning a grocery store family-pack, and tossed it in the freezer for bento purposes. It got a little freezer-burned while sitting in there being ignored, but finally I thawed the damn thing and made a bento. And it wasn't half bad!
a bento testament to bravery: steak!
The steak was sliced super-thin (thanks, Husband, for your fabulous knife-sharpening skills), tossed in a skillet with hot sesame oil, and cooked for like 15 seconds on a side, and then covered with sesame seeds.
I was utterly terrified. But hey! It kinda worked! I ain't claiming this is some sort of pinnacle of worldwide culinary achievement, but it was downright edible and non-rubbery. I call that a win.
steak bento, packed all snuggled in together
Some stir-fried random-veggies-that-were-languishing-in-the-fridge accompanied the steak, and there's some brown rice under there somewhere.
Overall, I declare victory over my cow-cooking phobia. Booyah!