The commentary on this video should be pretty straightforward. It’s a terrible look, a terrible way of thinking, and there is no doubt that Laura consistently sends steaks back to the kitchen.
Can you imagine serving her? There’s no chance she’s been served a steak correctly the first time in the last 15 years. I bet she has a meat thermometer in her purse at all times.
“Waiter.. Waiter.. this simply will not do. You see, this steak is at 158 internal temperature. The correct medium-well temperature is 160. This wont do.”
“Yes, maam. We understand. When you allow the steak to rest, the temperature will continue to rise to get to a resting tempera”
“Please dont argue with me. Just send it back. I’ve eaten over 50 steaks in my life. This one is cooked improperly.”
*the waiter removes the steak from the table and Laura addresses the empty chairs sitting before her at her table of eight*
“That’s the problem with cooks who dont go to culinary school straight after high school. They bring an ungrammatical steak and expect someone like me to eat it.”
Laura takes a long sip of her prune juice and dreams of becoming regular again. She hasn’t shit in three weeks and the diamond forming inside her is becoming rather painful. She won’t let it affect her mood. She’ll be just as cheery as she always is.