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For dinner tonight, I thought I'd give a couple of bison ribeyes a shot on the fire:



Results to be revealed later tonight.

Cheers!

How the fuck did I get buffaloed into clicking on this one?

It'll be a great experience, you hump!!

Damn, like the look of the fat. Let us know if is as tasty as a ribeye.

Have dropped 9# in my effort to drop 100#+.

Had a tasty as hell b our rare ribeye at Saltgrass last weekend to celebrate the birth of our grandson.

Here are the sons-a-bitches cooked. Almost done resting. Time to eat!

That second photo is so good you can actually smell those steaks.

For about five years, we ate bison like once a week. It was all around, it was the hip thing, it was really tasty (a bit gamier than beef, but really satisfying). Then, about a year ago, I couldn't tell you where we around here in Queens/LI/NYC could buy bison meat any more. I don't get it.

That looks delicious! Tell.me you have one of them rare?

Thanks, T and Loaf. Yeah, they were really good; a lot leaner than beef, and richer, too. I've had ground bison in the past (it makes really great hamburgers), but this is the first time I've had 'em as steaks. I grilled them over coals, having brought the meat to room temperature, painting on some olive oil, then salt and pepper. Four minutes the first side, then two minutes on the other, and then let 'em rest for ten minutes. Came out a perfect medium rare.

Expensive a hell, though.

conjurer wrote:Thanks, T and Loaf. Yeah, they were really good; a lot leaner than beef, and richer, too. I've had ground bison in the past (it makes really great hamburgers), but this is the first time I've had 'em as steaks. I grilled them over coals, having brought the meat to room temperature, painting on some olive oil, then salt and pepper. Four minutes the first side, then two minutes on the other, and then let 'em rest for ten minutes. Came out a perfect medium rare.

Expensive a hell, though.

Yeah, you got that right.

Fun fact: Ted Turner, some time back, opened a chain of bison meat restaurants; there is even one here in NYC. Really looked forward to eating there, but after I did, I can report that it is to fine dining what endless reruns of "Gilligan's Island" on TBS are to fine entertainment.

TemerityB wrote:

conjurer wrote:Thanks, T and Loaf. Yeah, they were really good; a lot leaner than beef, and richer, too. I've had ground bison in the past (it makes really great hamburgers), but this is the first time I've had 'em as steaks. I grilled them over coals, having brought the meat to room temperature, painting on some olive oil, then salt and pepper. Four minutes the first side, then two minutes on the other, and then let 'em rest for ten minutes. Came out a perfect medium rare.

Expensive a hell, though.

Yeah, you got that right.

Fun fact: Ted Turner, some time back, opened a chain of bison meat restaurants; there is even one here in NYC. Really looked forward to eating there, but after I did, I can report that it is to fine dining what endless reruns of "Gilligan's Island" on TBS are to fine entertainment.

True story: The skipper on Gilligan's Island, Alan Hale Jr., was actually the guy who came up with the Marshall Plan not long after the end of the Second World War. It was thought that the plan's architect was George Marshall, the Secretary of State at the time, but Marshall had suffered a fragment of a German shell to his brain-stem during the war, and was a complete dunderhead (indeed, he was never thought of as a rocket scientist before his injury.) Hale was a close associate of Marshall during this time, and did most of the intellectual heavy-lifting at Foggy Bottom, as well as wiping Marshall's bottom after his almost hourly bowel movements.

Hale, a former Navy man, was known for his salty language; it was he who sent a memo to President Truman which read, in part:

Now, the problem in Europe is that the fucking bohunks don't have a pot to piss in, and the cocksucking commies are going to take over the whole fucking shebang. So what we gotta do is send plenty of simoleons over there, and keep the bohunks and frogs and guineas from turning into a bunch of red motherfuckers. And we gotta do this pretty fucking quick, too, goddamn it.

Alas, Hale was also a renowned womanizer, and used to chase secretaries around the office while sporting a tent-pole erection that threatened to burst forth from his Sans-a-belt trousers. He was dismissed from his job at the State Department, and ended up as a second banana in Hollywood.

THE END.

conjurer wrote:

TemerityB wrote:

conjurer wrote:Thanks, T and Loaf. Yeah, they were really good; a lot leaner than beef, and richer, too. I've had ground bison in the past (it makes really great hamburgers), but this is the first time I've had 'em as steaks. I grilled them over coals, having brought the meat to room temperature, painting on some olive oil, then salt and pepper. Four minutes the first side, then two minutes on the other, and then let 'em rest for ten minutes. Came out a perfect medium rare.

Expensive a hell, though.

Yeah, you got that right.

Fun fact: Ted Turner, some time back, opened a chain of bison meat restaurants; there is even one here in NYC. Really looked forward to eating there, but after I did, I can report that it is to fine dining what endless reruns of "Gilligan's Island" on TBS are to fine entertainment.

True story: The skipper on Gilligan's Island, Alan Hale Jr., was actually the guy who came up with the Marshall Plan not long after the end of the Second World War. It was thought that the plan's architect was George Marshall, the Secretary of State at the time, but Marshall had suffered a fragment of a German shell to his brain-stem during the war, and was a complete dunderhead (indeed, he was never thought of as a rocket scientist before his injury.) Hale was a close associate of Marshall during this time, and did most of the intellectual heavy-lifting at Foggy Bottom, as well as wiping Marshall's bottom after his almost hourly bowel movements.

Hale, a former Navy man, was known for his salty language; it was he who sent a memo to President Truman which read, in part:

Now, the problem in Europe is that the fucking bohunks don't have a pot to piss in, and the cocksucking commies are going to take over the whole fucking shebang. So what we gotta do is send plenty of simoleons over there, and keep the bohunks and frogs and guineas from turning into a bunch of red motherfuckers. And we gotta do this pretty fucking quick, too, goddamn it.

Alas, Hale was also a renowned womanizer, and used to chase secretaries around the office while sporting a tent-pole erection that threatened to burst forth from his Sans-a-belt trousers. He was dismissed from his job at the State Department, and ended up as a second banana in Hollywood.

THE END.

Wow. Man, you don't get stuff like this on TTT. Bravo!

conjurer wrote:

TemerityB wrote:

conjurer wrote:Thanks, T and Loaf. Yeah, they were really good; a lot leaner than beef, and richer, too. I've had ground bison in the past (it makes really great hamburgers), but this is the first time I've had 'em as steaks. I grilled them over coals, having brought the meat to room temperature, painting on some olive oil, then salt and pepper. Four minutes the first side, then two minutes on the other, and then let 'em rest for ten minutes. Came out a perfect medium rare.

Expensive a hell, though.

Yeah, you got that right.

Fun fact: Ted Turner, some time back, opened a chain of bison meat restaurants; there is even one here in NYC. Really looked forward to eating there, but after I did, I can report that it is to fine dining what endless reruns of "Gilligan's Island" on TBS are to fine entertainment.

True story: The skipper on Gilligan's Island, Alan Hale Jr., was actually the guy who came up with the Marshall Plan not long after the end of the Second World War. It was thought that the plan's architect was George Marshall, the Secretary of State at the time, but Marshall had suffered a fragment of a German shell to his brain-stem during the war, and was a complete dunderhead (indeed, he was never thought of as a rocket scientist before his injury.) Hale was a close associate of Marshall during this time, and did most of the intellectual heavy-lifting at Foggy Bottom, as well as wiping Marshall's bottom after his almost hourly bowel movements.

Hale, a former Navy man, was known for his salty language; it was he who sent a memo to President Truman which read, in part:

Now, the problem in Europe is that the fucking bohunks don't have a pot to piss in, and the cocksucking commies are going to take over the whole fucking shebang. So what we gotta do is send plenty of simoleons over there, and keep the bohunks and frogs and guineas from turning into a bunch of red motherfuckers. And we gotta do this pretty fucking quick, too, goddamn it.

Alas, Hale was also a renowned womanizer, and used to chase secretaries around the office while sporting a tent-pole erection that threatened to burst forth from his Sans-a-belt trousers. He was dismissed from his job at the State Department, and ended up as a second banana in Hollywood.

THE END.

A classic hero tale. 😋

Damn, that's great. Like eating a whale or an albatross. And look at that marbling. You're the man, C!