The counter
We don’t make them. We enforce them.
Rest your meat. Yes, even when you’re starving. Especially then.
Salt early, salt often. Timid seasoning is a quiet cry for help.
Ketchup on a dry-aged ribeye is your legal right. We’ll be over here, weeping softly.
Medium-well is a phase. We believe in you.
The first slice belongs to the cook. That’s physics, not favouritism.
If the grill isn’t smoking, neither is your reputation.
Charcoal, then patience. The rush is the only thing that ruins a barbecue.
Room temperature before the pan. Cold steak is a cry for help.
Pat it dry. Water is the sworn enemy of a good crust.
One flip. You’re searing a steak, not fluffing a pillow.
Season the board too — the resting juices are free sauce.
Buy the good cut once. Regret the cheap one twice.
A sharp knife is a safe knife. Dull ones do the damage.
Let it rest longer than you think. Patience tastes better.