Under or Over

"This needs to be cooked some more" I say with conviction while they give me strange looks. "It's perfectly done" They tell me this but no, I still see pink, it's not safe. "It's undercooked" I insist. "You can still eat it when it's a little pink it tastes better, that way." They claim as I stare them down. "If I stab it and it bleeds it's basically still alive. It needs to be cooked more. Heathens don't you understand the dangers of undercooked meat."

Eventually they give up and let me have my way. As I sit there chewing my overdone roast with the blackened caramelized outside I sigh. They need to stop letting me cook.