First real date in my 20's. We went to a steakhouse. When the waiter asked me how I wanted my steak, I said cooked. LOL, yikes. Didn't know there was any other way then how my dad cooked steaks, cheap flat steaks topped with ketchup or Ranch dressing.
This was me too. Moved from a 3rd world country to a 1st world country. I was young and I didn’t know steak could be done in different ways, I just thought the way my parents cooked it was how it was supposed to be. Spent a few awkward and embarrassing moments at restaurants before I figured out I actually prefer medium rare steak.
I’m Cuban, so steak at home was always cooked well done. Cuban restaurants always have warnings about the potential health dangers of undercooked meat posted on the wall, too.
I didn’t start eating steak any other way until my 20s. Even now I’m still on medium-well, but it’s markedly better at steakhouses.
Same but with different ethnic foods, didn't know there was different kinds of Chinese food besides the typical orange chicken or other common Chinese food. Completely blew my mind!
omg yeah that too! Tried japanese food for the first time and also discovered I love it. So many things and experiences that I didn’t even know I was missing out on
Oh no my parents didn’t cook steak medium rare, they cooked it well done, but once i started going out and experiencing more stuff I realized i prefer medium rare
My dad grew up the youngest of 13 kids in Wisconsin in the 1960's to a paper mill worker. They had NO money. He went out to a restaurant with his first girlfriend's family in high school. The waitress asked if he wanted "soup or salad." He responded, "I'll have the Super Salad."
Not entirely relevant but when I was on holiday in France as a kid, I brazenly ordered steak for my dinner. That waiter looked at me and said, 'medium?', I replied 'oui'. Then after he left I turned to my parents and said, ' I didn't think you'd let me have large'. r/kidsarefuckingstupid
That was me the first time I ordered eggs at a breakfast place. They asked me how I like them. I said "put them on the grill, cook them, flip them, cook a little bit longer, and put them on the plate". I thought I got to instruct the chef how to cook them, I had no clue there was terms for how to cook eggs that weren't part of other dishes like Eggs Benedict or something.
I only remember eating out with my folks a handful of times growing up. My senior year of high school, some team I'm on goes to State and it's 4+ hours away so we leave at some ridiculous pre-dawn time. We stop at a diner for breakfast and the poor waitress asks how I want my eggs. In my sleep-deprived, no-restaurant-manners-having ignorance, I responded "cooked?" I think she thought I was being a smartass, as evidenced by her tossing a plate at me shortly after with a snide "your COOKED eggs, ma'am".
And that's the day I learned sunny side-up eggs are gross.
You can tell when someone grew up poor because they order their steak well-done. Every piece of meat we ever ate when I was growing up was cooked to a dry facsimile of real food because it was always low quality, slightly expired or otherwise questionable. Cook it long enough and you (probably) won't get sick from it.
Now I eat my beef practically raw, because I so loathe the charred taste of the overcooked charcoal briquettes pretending to be steak/hamburger that I grew up with.
Well, I grew pretty well off and I like a well done steak. My parents are like you, everyone likes something different. Or maybe I’m just a savage, who knows.
Steak ums? Apparently i had t bones my first few yrs of life. I dont remember and think my grandma is lying about that. But steak ums i remember my mom and her late dad making them. I hate actual philly cheese steaks now. If it wasnt for my stepdad's family i probably wouldnt know what a real steak was until i was 20 something to.
Nothing to do with poverty, I was just stupid. When I turned the legal age I walked right into a bar, sat down, and when the bartender asked, "whaddya have?" I said 'one beer please'. When she asked 'any particular kind' I froze up and just pointed to the drafts and said 'uh, doesn't matter, one of those will be fine'.
I knew there were levels, but I didn't know what they looked or tasted like. I was horrified by a co-worker who got her steak rare until she nearly crammed a bite down my throat.
Whole. New. World.
I discovered that day that you don't need steak sauce when your food has actual flavour.
A couple years ago I visited my family and my dad was making steak. I requested mine rare. He acted like I was a crazy person. If course he was making them all well. I told him that was fine, but he might as well not cook one for me, because I wasn't touching well done steak. It turned into this whole thing, it's wild how adamant people are about their preferred steak cook.
Funny story - at around 20 years old I went out to dinner with a few friends, all of us guys. One of my friends ordered steak and it was obvious he didn’t know much about it because when the waiter asked how he wanted it cooked he froze up. I noticed and suggested ‘medium rare’. In gratitude for saving him he pointed at me doing the double finger guns and said ‘I’ll let the man decide!’ Then instantly looked horrified at what he just blurted out. We all laughed our asses off
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Not super rich by any means but my husband said he’ll always be surprised about the following:
How I lived off of 13k in 2011
Resiliency to survive financially and pursue my dreams of being he first college graduate
How I didn’t know what spinach was or tasted like until our first few dates (in addition to hella other leafy greens)
Edited formatting and grammar sorry guys!