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Steak Sandwich Night!

I made some kick-ass steak sandwiches tonight! I can’t really post an honest recipe because I measured nothing, but I feel I should at least document the gist of it … basically because I’m proud of myself.

The Steak:

I have trouble with the concept of using premium cuts in a sandwich — if I’m spending the money, I’d rather appreciate rib eye cooked simply on its own, thank you very much. So I bought plain old sirloin. I marinated it for a couple of hours in:

Balsamic
Olive oil
Crushed garlic
Lemon juice
Worcestershire
Fresh basil
Fresh oregano
Pepper
Mustard seed

Then Rob pounded the crap out of it with a meat mallet. We seasoned it and cooked it in olive oil in a screaming hot skillet for about a minute on each side. After resting, I cut it on the bias as thinly as possible.

The Cheese:

This is so atypically evil of me I can barely stand it. I wanted to smear the bread with cheesy goodness, and Rob recently got a steak sandwich with Asiago at a restaurant. I liked how it worked, so I threw the following into the food processor:

A decent sized wedge of Asiago, cubed
A handful of grated parmesan
A clove of garlic
A couple scallions (white and green parts)
Black pepper
A few globs of light mayo
A few good glugs of olive oil

I told you it was evil, but YUM. Probably too intense for me to eat on its own with crostini (maybe if I added some sour cream?), but it served my purposes well.

The Construction:

I smeared the cheese spread on both sides of a fresh baguette (thanks, Iggy’s!). Six to eight slices of beautiful rare steak per sammich. A handful of baby arugula. Then we toasted them in a 300 degree oven for a few minutes; the steak was medium-rare by the time they came out.

Done and DONE. The sirloin was so tender and the marinade so flavorful, I would’ve been happy with the steak alone — but these sandwiches really did elevate it, without overpowering it. (In my opinion, anyway.) I served them with a very simple tomato salad.

Tomorrow, back to eating healthy. I have to admit, though, that it’s fun to throw caloric caution to the wind sometimes and just make something unabashedly evil and awesome. It’s so liberating! (Note to self: Do NOT get used to it. You just ordered new jeans and they are rather wee.)

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