The steak consumption hierarchy, in ascending order. Tier 1. Steak as an anniversary meal. Once a year. Booked weeks in advance. Photographed. Discussed for days afterwards. Treated as a small special occasion. Tier 2. Steak on birthdays and Christmas. A handful of times a year. Still framed as a treat. Still announced to the family in advance. Tier 3. Steak once a month. A Friday night thing. A small reward for getting through the week. The freezer always has one tucked behind the peas. Tier 4. Steak once a week. Sunday steak. The week has a steak-shaped anchor. Life starts to organise around it without you noticing. Tier 5. Steak twice a week. The butcher knows your name. You have opinions about cuts. You have a preferred cast iron pan and a slightly weird attachment to a specific salt. Tier 6. Steak every other day. The household budget has quietly restructured itself. You are spending less than you used to, because the steak replaced four other meals that involved a pasta sauce and a sense of regret. Tier 7. Steak daily. You no longer think about it. You no longer photograph it. You no longer announce it. It is simply what's for dinner. The way bread used to be. Tier 8. Steak twice a day. Morning steak. Evening steak. The body has visibly changed. The mood is stable. The bloodwork, for those of us who do bloodwork, has somehow improved across every meaningful marker. Tier 9. You need to be here. This is where the air is clearer. This is where the joints stop hurting. This is where the brain works the way it was supposed to work all along.The steak consumption hierarchy, in ascending order.
— Sama Hoole (@SamaHoole) May 13, 2026
Tier 1. Steak as an anniversary meal. Once a year. Booked weeks in advance. Photographed. Discussed for days afterwards. Treated as a small special occasion.
Tier 2. Steak on birthdays and Christmas. A handful of times a… pic.twitter.com/Fs6CReOl53
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