July here in the northern hemisphere is grilling weather, and steak is the King of the Grill.
Before I became a bad vegetarian, I used to like steak, and when I first quit eating meat, I craved steak almost daily. The first few years, I really started to hate grilling season because Jeff would put hamburgers or brats on the grill and I could smell them, but I wouldn't eat them.
After I'd been a vegetarian for about six or so years, we were out to dinner somewhere--Alexander's, maybe--and Jeff was eating a really nice steak. It looked wonderful and smelled delicious, so I asked him if I could have a bite of it. He consented and cut a small piece for me to try.
It had no flavor. It was bland.
I said so to Jeff. He looked at me like I had lost my mind.
Since then, I've tried bites of steak every once in a while with the same result.
I know y'all like steak, and logically, I get that. I used to like it too. I used to crave it. But now when I think of beef, especially steak, all I can think of is that it's just dry and flavorless. Blech.