My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
Here in Philly, cheesesteaks are a civic icon and BIG TIME obsession.
In fact, FOOD is an obsession in Philly. There are more restaurants in this city than there is fur on a Persian cat.
Yes, Philadelphia takes its food and eating very seriously. However, when it comes to their cheesesteak sandwiches, they believe that no one else on the face of this planet can make them as well as they do.
There is even a fierce competition amongst all the cheesesteak restaurants in Philly, claiming that THEY are the BEST!
For those of my blogging friends who do not live in America and have no idea what the hell a cheesesteak sandwich is, here is a definition:
What is a Cheesesteak?
"A cheesesteak is a long, crusty roll filled with thinly sliced sautéed ribeye beef and melted cheese. Generally, the cheese of choice is Cheez Whiz, but American and provolone are also common choices. The art of cheesesteak preparation lies in the balance of flavors, textures and what is often referred to as the “drip” factor. Other toppings include fried onions, sautéed mushrooms, ketchup and hot or sweet peppers."
Okay, now I have a confession to make. And this will most likely upset anyone from Philly who happens to read this post because to them, what I am about to say is a Philadelphia food sacrilege.
In my entire life, I have probably eating only two cheesesteak sandwiches, and they were both back when I was a kid because every family who was born in Philadelphia ate cheesesteaks. It was like a "required eating." However, I never liked them. In fact, I HATED them.
And do you want to know why?
Well, first of all, there is just entirely too much going on in a cheesesteak sandwich in the way of taste and texture overload - fried onions, mushrooms, peppers, ketchup and various cheeses. Also, I can't stand the ribeye beef that goes into making them because it's riddled with gristle; therefore whenever you take a bite, it's like eating beef laced with rubber bands because the steak snaps back into your face.
And in addition, just looking at a cheesesteak sandwich makes my arteries harden with all the grease and fat. It's a cholesterol 911 nightmare.
Yes, I confess....I hate cheesesteak sandwiches.
And I'm sure there will soon be a witch hunt and a warrant for my arrest for saying that, from all the native Philadelphians who cherish their precious cheesesteaks.
So, if you don't see me posting for awhile, just know that I'm probably behind bars doing a 5-year sentence in JAIL...
Philly Cheesesteak 101
Have a grrrreat weekend everyone!
And Happy Easter!
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