When I was 16, I went to Paris to work as a nanny for my aunt’s children. Prior to going there, I didn’t eat meat. I hated the site of blood on my plate but I found well done steak too chewy. I confess, I had never actually tried rare steak because I couldn’t get past the blood. What did I know? I was 16!
I loved Paris. It’s a beautiful city and there’s always something going on. If you’re a bloke in a serious relationship and you’re thinking about proposing, take your better half to Paris. Take her to Le Sacré-Cœur on Montmartre in the evening so you can see the whole of Paris. Go to one of the amazing little restaurants and pop the question. Oh… buy a ring as well. Better half, if you are reading yes, it is a hint but no, I do not want you to propose today.
So I got my first taste of rare steak. I also developed a love for wine, which I hated before I went to Paris. Basically, my trip significantly raised my risk of heart disease.
The inspiration for this post comes from my better half Curtis. He is 21 and until last weekend had NEVER tried rare steak. This needs repeating. He’s NEVER tried rare steak! I finally managed to convince him to try it, and low and behold, he loved it. I will never let him forget it. He liked it so much, that the next day after our Sunday dinner, he wanted to go to the supermarket to buy more steak. Winner.
Can you think of anything nicer than a night in with your better half, dining on a beautiful rare rump steak with a nice red bouquet to wash it down? (Recommend muscles in garlic white wine sauce for starter and warm chocolate brownie to finish) Top it all off with a nice DVD. Bliss.
It’s possible I would never have come to like steak if I had not gone to France. I may never have liked wine (literally sending shudders down my spine at the thought of not liking wine.) So really, I should thank Paris. Not for the heart failure, but for opportunity of discovery, and for the chance to share the love. Paris, je t’aime.