Living in a house where no one eats meat unless it's super well done and void of all flavor and moisture, it's a rarity that I get to indulge on a meal that's cooked properly, or at minimum, medium rare. Every so often I'll grab fish from Costco, freeze it to zero to kill all the bacteria, then cook it to how it should be prepared.
Tonight I grabbed a giant tuna steak, sliced it into large cubes, seared opposite sides, and lightly drizzled cracked pepper, salt, and fresh lemon. The cut of tuna could have been better, but the preparation was spot on. Although I'll probably look back in a few hours and think, "Oh eff my stomach, I made a mistake somewhere..." Until then, I'm very proud of how much my cooking skills have improved over the last few decades.