One of the things my half-sister and I both inherited from our mom is a love of rare steaks. And by rare, I mean so rare and bloody that it still squeals when you poke it with a fork. In fact, people have said that it makes them sick to watch us eat our preffered steak, what with the ensuing dribbles of gore. More or less, cut off it's horns, wipe it's butt, burn the hair off and stick it on a plate.