I went to the Gin Mill this weekend. If you’re not from Denver or are not sure what the hell that is, I’ll explain it. It’s a sh*t ass bar. It sucks ass. It’s one of those bars you need to be hammered ass drunk at to even be slightly comfortable. I just said ass 3 times in 3 sentences. Unneeded. Anywho, Gin Mill is a bar meant specifically for people who want to get stupid hammered and go home with someone else who is stupid hammered. It’s kind of like a frat party. With less attractive people. Personally, I think it blows. Maybe it’s because I was sober or maybe it’s because I got majorly dissed by some douche bag guys, either way, it sucked. It takes a lot of balls for me try to squeeze into disgustingly tight jeans, go out to the bars sober, and act somewhat interested in what the drunk people have to say. So getting dissed in the meantime didn’t exactly make me thrilled about the situation. Thankfully I had a sober roommate near by. Good ole Laura was great as always and made me smile after our night out while we made almond meal pancakes and watched the Food Network. Let’s be realistic, that’s all I was actually thinking about while I was at the bar.
So here’s my dilemma. I don’t really like to go to bars that often. People kind of suck. The last few times I’ve gone out, I’ve got pretty hated on by dudes. First, I was told I was pale. Then, I was told I was not hot. What the sh*t is that?! When did it become socially acceptable to say mean things to random people? The problem is though, when you stay inside like a hermit crab on a Friday or Saturday night, you tend to get looked at as anti social. Understandable. I really do like social interaction. I like most people. Just not douche bags. So, do I stay in cooking and watching the Food Network with pajamas on and zit cream applied? Or do I act like I enjoy being around people who can barely get the words out of their mouth to even hit on Laura? Hmmmmm, the intense issues I face every weekend. I think I’ll stick to bars outside of Denver that are based around dancing. And attractive males. Who wear CrossFit shirts. And CrossFit. Daily.
- 4-6 ribeye steaks
- 1 cup raw, shelled pistachios
- ½ cup dijon mustard
- 3 tablespoons honey
- ½ teaspoon garlic powder
- ¼ teaspoon mustard seed
- ¼ teaspoon ginger
- salt and pepper, to taste
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
- Put your shelled pistachios in a blender or food processor and pulse until pistachios have broken down and they are a bit meal-y and chunky. Good ole chunks. Place in a shallow dish.
- Mix together your dijon mustard and honey in a small bowl.
- Use another small bowl to mix together your spices.
- Cover your steaks with the spices and salt and pepper.
- Use a basting brush to glaze one side of the steak with honey dijon, then transfer the glazed side to the ground pistachios, then glazing the other side and flipping it over into the ground pistachios.
- Place steaks on a cookie sheet. If you line it with parchment paper, it will be easy clean up.
- Bake for about 15-25 minutes, depending on how thick your steaks are and how well done you like them. Just keep an eye on them. A good way to test how cooked the steaks are is a finger poke. If you poke the middle and it sinks in like a infants fat ankles, it’s still not very cooked. If you poke it, and it barely sinks in, it’s cooked a bit more. Be smarter than the steak.