Weekly Tip: Man Meat. It’s what’s for dinner.

You might be planning a bbq for Father’s Day. What should you include on the menu for dad’s big day? Meat. And lots of it.

And the good news is, it can be pretty easy to prepare. Our advice is to splurge on a really nice cut of your guy’s favorite meat. For whatever reason, when guys see a super awesome piece of meat, they get all excited about it. It’s like porn for them.

When I go meat shopping, I do a lot of staring. I usually don’t know what I’m looking at. I pick up a packaged meat, inspect it, then put it back down. Then I’ll watch what other shoppers are interested in, followed by calling my husband and peppering him with questions about what kind of meat I should get.

As you can tell, I’m not a huge steak eater, so I don’t have a favorite cut. I’m more of a chicken girl. As you may know, I’d rather make out with a chicken, than eat it, but you can get the full story about that on our podcast.

But, enough about me and my lackluster meat preferences.

If you don’t know how to pick a good cut of meat, just ask the butcher. He’ll know.

Marinate That Shit

Next, bring that meat home and marinate it. You probably have your own style of a combination of rubs and marinades, but typically, I use the following:

McCormick Grill Mates Montreal Steak Seasoning

I don’t have a rhyme or reason around measurements for my marinade. I just eye ball everything and let it soak for a couple hours before throwing it on the grill. You can let the it come up to room temperature before grilling. If you go straight from the fridge to the grill, it can stop the heat from properly penetrating in the center. That’s what she said.

Grill That Shit.

Make sure the grill is super hot, then cook the meat a few minutes on each side. Of course, depending on the cut and thickness, and how you like your meat (rare, medium rare, etc), you’ll want to adjust the cook time as needed. If you’re not sure, just ask your butcher. He’ll know.

Eat That Shit.

If you haven’t completely ruined the steak, by burning it, or dropping it on the ground, call your man and tell him, “The meat is ready!” And watch, as he devours it like a rabid dog who hasn’t seen a meal in a week (or, at least, that’s how I envision it).