“On the other hand, rare to the point of being cold in the middle, I just do not understand the appeal of it, ...”
Hence my tagline - I could eat it raw, but why do that when I have a fire.
Years ago, we took my grandmother out to a steakhouse for dinner on a special occasion. She’d never been to one. The waiter asked her how she’d like her steak, she looked at him like he had three heads, laughed a little and said “done.” English descent, I guess ancestral habits survive for a long time, centuries.