of people who haven't (yet) been exposed to something I'm going to call better. I know, that sounds a bit elitist, but bear with me.
A lot of us grew up in a home where cooking was simply utilitarian. Plain food, plain cooking, no spices to speak of. Steak, the rare times there was steak, was typically well done in part because the person cooking didn't have any experience in cooking it any other way. For condiments, ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise only.
Those of you fortunate enough to have grown up with a mother who was a good cook, and perhaps a family ethnic tradition that involved more subtleties in the cooking (I'm looking at you whose families came from Italy or Greece especially), probably still didn't often get steak.
When I was growing up meat was always VERY thoroughly cooked. There was a strong belief that rare (undercooked) meat would probably kill you, so it was cooked completely. Naturally, I acquired a taste for that. It took me a long time to move my taste in steak to medium, then medium rare, but honestly I don't think I'll ever start liking rare.
As for ketchup, while I don't use it very often, I get the appeal. For one thing, it's sweet. For another, if you're not remotely adventurous in your eating, if you slather it on the food it will taste reliably like ketchup. So while that's not my preference, I understand it.
The real shame is that the donald has no appreciation of how flavorful a properly cooked steak (rare, medium rare, or even medium) can taste. More to the point, in fitting with his mental and emotional development, he's eating like a seven year old.
added: If we were out together at a steak place, and that's what you ordered, I might raise my eyebrows, but I sincerely hope you wouldn't see that, and I most assuredly wouldn't say anything. Chances are I have more than one food preference you don't care for.
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