Sometimes, especially on the tail end of a late, warm summer’s eve, all you really need is some grilled beef, crusty bread, and sliced tomatoes. A cold beer and a seventh-inning stretch, and it reminds you that being alive is sometimes preferable than the alternatives.
I like to keep it working-class by using a sliced flat iron or sirloin (pictured above, from New Seasons market here in Portland). The steak itself is simply brushed with olive oil, and seasoned with sea salt and coarse cracked pepper. Maybe a couple sprigs of fresh rosemary from the garden.
Stack each slice of bread with tomatoes and a few slices of steak, and swallow.
The best part? The tomato/steak juice residue that collects on the plate. Be sure to save a couple slices of bread to sop this up, as this is the essence of life itself.


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September 11th, 2007 at 10:57 pm
extramsg
Mmmm. Osmasome.
September 13th, 2007 at 2:01 pm
DocChuck
My wife bears a very strong resemblance to former Senator Fred Thompson and now with all the excitement of him running for President, she has added him to her caberet routine and dropped (finally!) her Star Jones act. Suffice to say that her rendition of Fred as D.A. Arthur Branch, as well as a more serious bit with him lobbying on behalf of the Libyan government, has met with rave reviews at our local supper club. But when she is out performing, I am left home to fend for myself meal-wise (she is much younger than me and thus has taken over all responsibility for cooking, cleaning and the like). Thank you Guilty Carnivore for giving me a brilliant idea for tomorrow’s dinner. I hope she has time to prepare it before showtime.
September 18th, 2007 at 7:26 pm
Erin
This is just so pretty and tasty.
Lovely.
Thank you.
(and also: damn, Chuck, you’re funny!)