No More Hockey Pucks

It’s a well known fact in my family that I like to cook all meat until it is done – well done. No hint of blood. At. All. Roast beef? – crispy on the outside. Pork Chops? Crunchy like bacon. That’s why god invented gravy. And for years the kids didn’t know any better.

Until one day when Roddy came back from having dinner at his girlfriend’s parents and very excitedly asked me “Did you know that you can eat roast beef rare?????”.

Really….Apparently, he informed me, it was very good.

Years passed, and now the kids come home for meals on occasion and while their tastes have changed – some are vegetarians, some won’t eat red meat and others have wheat and dairy allergies – and I have adapted by cooking to everyone’s food issues, one thing that hasn’t changed? Cooking meat until they’re hockey pucks. And I think Roddy had enough because for Christmas this year he gave me:



And it’s amazing. What a great invention. It wasn’t that I really wanted to cook roast beef or steak or pork chops until they could chip your front teeth – I just didn’t know when to stop.

And now this thing tells me that it’s ok, move away from the heat and no one will get hurt.