Sometimes you want to do something different. And sometimes you just want to pop that steak in the oven instead of firing up the grill.

This link shows you step-by-step how to do that and get great results.

It’s especially helpful if you live in a small apartment without access to an outdoor grill.

One thing, though, the post states that a Porterhouse is otherwise known as a T-bone. That is not true. They are different cuts (one has more filet side and one has more strip side). Different. Similar, but different.

Check out descriptions of cuts of beef here for everything you ever wanted to know about the different steak cuts.

But do check out this process and let me know how your broiled steak turns out!

Photo courtesy of thekitchn.com. 

Oh, how I love the ribeye.

It makes me happy. Gives me joy. Satisfies my meaty urges.

I’m gonna guess you like them too. Wanna make yours “perfect?”

Southtier has compiled five easy steps to achieve just that.

Knowing me, I’ll mess one up and achieve a pretty great steak – just missing the perfect mark.

But hey, a “pretty great” steak still surpasses anything else I could possibly eat. So there.

Maybe you’ll fare better.

Check out Southtier’s five steps here. And let me know if yours turns out perfect also!

Photo courtesy of Southtier.com. 

We went to the river with family this weekend. And as we do not happen to live anywhere near a river, that required a five-hour drive.

With two boys.

Under the age of 10.

Plus a dog.

Once we arrived we felt we deserved something yummy – and to us, that means steak!

We fired up that old charcoal grill down by the river and grilled away while the kids and dog frolicked.

Paradise.

And, as we were on a RIVER, the serveware left a lot to be desired. A piece of aluminum foil had to do as our platter.

Because we’re classy like that, we set it on top of a cooler.

Come and get it!

What we learned is that we don’t care what it’s served on as long as we cook it ourselves and we can fix it up the way each of us likes it.

It was heavenly and we didn’t want it to end. But, alas, summer always does.

We made some great memories while it lasted.

And we’ll always have the steak . . .