So apparently people have loved steak for such a long time that poetry about our beloved exists from as far back as the 1800s. Maybe even longer.

Here, a very wise writer waxes poetic about a luscious steak stew. Mmmmm. . .

A Steak

I surely never hope to view

A steak as luscious as a stew.

The latter is the tasty goal

Of elements in perfect whole,

A mad assemblage of legumes

Exuding warm ambrosial fumes,

Each seasoning of proper length,

Proving in Union there’s strength.

A steak is grander, it is true,

Yet needs no special skill to brew.

It is an art a stew to make,

But anyone can broil a steak.

unknown, 1880

Poetry courtesy of foodreference.com.

Photo courtesy of hubpages.com.