Oh boy.
Given his age and his energy level they ought to shut up about what he eats.
However, I always understood well done meat isn’t good for us. Maybe not?
For the left, everything is political. It goes back to Lenin. I know leftists who are Boston sports fans who have no real connection to the city. The are Boston fans because it is their bastion of liberalism.
Who the fork cares?
If I wanna put ketchup on my steak, no one’s business.
So they hate Trump because he eats like a blue collar worker.
More fake news.
What the h*ll difference does it make how anyone eats????
Eat what you want, how you want it...
This is total BS.....
I have more food than I can eat and keep adding to it almost everyday.
And? If he ate steak rare they’d call him a blood thirsty tyrant. If he didn’t eat meat they’d call him a sissy. If all he ate was seafood, they’d say he’s at war with our Oceanic eco system.
There’s no winning with lib “opinion” but we win everyday because Trump couldn’t care less and is doing his job.
I don’t care about navel gazing journalists, or how president Trump eats his steak (unless I were cooking for him).
I like MY steak medium rare. That’s what I care about.
5.56mm
The Left says: “Your steak ... you’re eating it wrong. You must go to the re-education camps. You will never see your family again.”
And the media will cheer.
It’s entirely politically motivated. If the leftist establishment media PTB approved of Trump, his eating well-done steak with ketchup would be a sign that he’s a man of the people.
Acts 4:13
When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized that they were unschooled, ordinary men, they were astonished and they took note that these men had been with Jesus.
From Texas: Land of Cattle and steak for every meal.
Eat it fixed how you like it.
Everyone else, especially the pinch nosed foodies, can take a hike.
I take my steaks medium with ketchup.
This is big news! A huge concession!
The left is retreating on eating steak!
“You got that right. See, according to Cocteau’s plan, I’m the enemy. Cause I like to think, I like to read. I’m into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I’m the kind if guy who wants to sit in a greasy spoon and think, “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?” I want high cholesterol. I want to eat bacon, butter and buckets of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in a non-smoking section. I wanna run through the streets naked with green Jello all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to. Okay, pal? I’ve seen the future, you know what it is? It’s a 47-year-old virgin sittin’ around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake singing “I’m an Oscar-Meyer Wiener”. You wanna live on top, you gotta live Cocteau’s way. What he wants, when he wants, how he wants. Your other choice: come down here, maybe starve to death.”
- Demolition Man
What I find so delightful about Trump is, when confronted with rank stupidity such as scorn over ketchup on steak, he just says, “Oh really?” - and dabs on a little more!
I worked in a restaurant once and we would rarely throw “spoiled” steaks away. We would save those cuts for those that ordered it “well done” as they would never tell the difference. And I don’t think we ever got a complaint.
My Dad grew up on an eastern Oregon ranch. He always eat his steak well done. When his family lost the ranch in the Depression, he went mining but kept his taste for big breakfasts and well done meat.