- published: 01 Mar 2011
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Temperature is a description of how thoroughly cooked a cut of meat is based on the color, juiciness and internal temperature when cooked. The gradations of cooking are most often used in reference to beef (especially steak and roasts) but are also applicable to lamb, pork, poultry, veal, and seafood (especially fish).
Gradations, their description, and the associated temperature ranges vary regionally from cuisine to cuisine and in local practice and terminology. The table below is from an American reference book and pertains to beef and lamb.
In lieu of gradations and ranges, the United States Department of Agriculture recommends a temperature of at least 63 °C (145 °F) for beef, veal, lamb steaks and roasts in order to prevent foodborne illness.
The interior of a cut of meat will still increase in temperature 3–5 °C (5–10 °F) after it is removed from an oven or other heat source. The meat should be allowed to "rest" before being served, which allows for the juices in the center to return to the edges. The whole meat, and the center will also continue to cook slightly as the hot exterior continues to warm the comparatively cooler interior. The exception is if the meat has been prepared in a sous-vide process, as it will already be at temperature equilibrium. The temperatures indicated above are the peak temperature in the cooking process, so the meat should be removed from the heat source a few degrees cooler.
Trust what a fucked up word
It's more often misunderstood
The last time we talked was all my fault but I'm not the one to blame
You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right
I'm not what you had in mind
Do you remember when things seemed more at ease
Didn't put forth the effort to please ourselves
Now I won't look back and things will never be the same.
You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right
I'm not what you had in mind
What's on your mind I need to take a look inside
I gave you a million chances
Don't fool me with those second glances
I need to take a look inside
Beaten beyond a reasonable doubt, do you know what I'm talking about
I've seen it all a million times it's time to take back what was mine
You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right
I'm not what you had in mind
I've spent many hours screaming, while my feelings were concealed
Now I wanna take a moment and tell you how I really fell
Don't blame my unforgiveness you can't have what is gone
Quit searching for an answer, what we had is done
Could I ever take it back, and start again.
Today's the day I walk away, and realize this is the end
Trust, some fucked up word you often misunderstood
Last time we talked I took a walk and learned to forget your name