Central Coast Cheese Steak

30 Oct

I love steak. Truly, I could eat it every other night as long as it varied a bit. Last week on Steak and Sherlock Night, during which I was a man alone, I actually cooked two steaks: one for dinner that night, and one for my lunch the next day. This happens because I have gotten in the habit of buying an entire beef tenderloin from Costco and cutting my own filets from it. I package the filets for freezing in twos since I cook for my wife and me (the kid’s got a while before he gets his own filet). I get a bunch of really good stew meat out of it too, for pot pies and, go figure, stews (now that we’re in autumn with her russet-colored mantle and the winter’s approaching, more of that hearty good stuff will be on the menu for sure). Do I save money? Perhaps, but not much. I do get to cut up a big hunk of meat, though, which makes me feel muy sexy, but I digress.

When I cooked that other steak for my lunch, I used it to make a sort of cheesesteak sandwich. I toasted some bread, reheated the filet, sliced it, and then melted some cheese on there. I put some horseradish mustard on there for good measure. It was good, but meh. It needed something, so that’s where tonight came into play.

We made what I will name a Central Coast Cheesesteak, for no other reason than we made it on the central coast, where we live. It’s really just a cheesesteak sandwich, and a kick-ass one at that.

For one sandwich:

  • Filet mignon steak grilled to your delight: I am all about the tenderness here, so that’s why filet is best since I don’t have to rip the sandwich apart with my teeth just to get a bite.
  • Cheese: I’m all about Velveeta, the wife’s a cheddar kind of gal.
  • Carmelized onions (a tablespoon of butter in a pan and a few thinly sliced onions until they’re gooey and brown, and you’ll be wet)
  • Sourdough
  • Mayo, mustard, 1000 Island, or whatever you want

We coated the bread with mayo on the outside and grilled it in a skillet. The mix of the crunchy bread and the soft, cheesy filling is ridiculous.

We didn’t even eat sides because the sandwich was so much. And we didn’t drink anything with it because it’s Monday and I had a meeting to which I had to go.

Until later, eat, drink, and peace out.


Below is a persimmon from my tree in the backyard.  Nature speaks to me, sometimes.



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