Pepper steak, as the name implies, is not a vegetarian dish, owing to the big slices of juicy steak. However, the vegetables in this dish are just as important as the beef. Ha ha, no, it’s the meat. All right, fine, let’s compromise and say this: The vegetables are what make the meat so good.
Perhaps this article about a meat-based dish is as good an occasion as any to discuss vegetarianism. I believe in vegetarianism’s aims but can’t quite manage its methods. That is, where there should be no meat, e.g., in my mouth, that’s where there’s meat.
About five years ago, after watching the documentary “Forks Over Knives,” our family decided to give vegetarianism a try. The attempt lasted a scant two weeks and left me with a deep craving for protein and an abiding love for roasted parsnips. (Seriously, parsnips are delicious.) We did make a significant and long-lasting change as a result of our experiment, however: We now eat far less meat, generally. Beef is a twice-monthly affair for our family, though I admit our burger consumption does rise in the summer. My point is, if I’m going to indulge in beef, it had better be good.
Pepper steak is one of those dishes that make the cut. Our family had this quite often when I was in high school and I loved it. It was definitely a second-helping kind of meal, heaped over a bed of fluffy rice. Later, in my 20s, when my husband-to-be was wooing me – a shockingly short process, since I was already madly in love with him – he invited me to dinner at his apartment, a two-room walk-up over a garage, furnished with a shabby couch, a TV on the floor and a rickety dinette set. He served me stir-fried steak and bell peppers over rice. I took a bite and thought, “I’m home.” It wasn’t the same as Mom’s, but I deemed it good enough to eat for the rest of my life. (Let’s not discuss how many times he’s actually made it in the ensuing 26 years. Hint: less than one and not more than zero. His adorable British accent makes up for it.)