Wanton and Disrespectful Indiscretion

Fish eggs and fish eyes don't bother me at all

Neither does Casu Marzu and Kopi Luwak really

Crazy, odd but I'm certain they'd be pleasant

Prepared in the right way, with a marrow entree

There are far worse crimes against my tastebuds

There are far worse culinary crimes that irk me

When people take a fine piece of marbled steak

And insist on

Cooking it

Within an inch

Of its life

Well done steak is anything but well done

It's dry and flavourless and tastes like dirt

Dirt that the beast used to frolic in before

Your savage and uncalled-for act of disrespect

I appreciate your squeamish sensibilities

I appreciate the red juice makes you dry retch

If you insist on ruining that fine piece of meat

Have the decency to remove mine from the pan

At least 20 minutes before you've charred yours

I know you think the sauce will mask it

It won't...

That sauce you made now tastes like sauce with dirt

Well done

No amount of fried onions, mushrooms, or red wine

Sauteed potatoes, thick fries, or creamy mash will cover

Your wanton and disrespectful bloody indiscretion.

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Thanks for reading!

So yeah...self-explanatory. This is another in this series of hated foods and beverages poems.

Here is the latest run-down of what everyone else did:

Mine about Almond Milk - shudders

Donna Renee's about marshmallows:

Mohammed Darasi's about okra:

Mine about Red Bull:

Naomi Gold's about Chamomile Tea:

and, Dana Crandell's about Canned Cream Corn: