hitting the wrong spot near the bone" is such a real thing and nobody warns you about it. I had something like that happen with chicken, not steak. Spent a whole summer wondering why my thighs kept coming out pink at the bone even though the breast read 165 every time. My buddy finally watched me and goes "dude you're stabbing it like six times in a row, just leave it alone and check once." Turns out every time I poked it I was basically opening a little hole for juice to pour out, so the thing was drying out before it ever hit my plate. Now I do one check in the thickest part away from bone and walk away. Funny how one small habit can mess you up for years and you never even know.

...which is basically the story of every "system" I've ever tried to set up in my life. Like meal prep containers, you know? I bought a whole matching set with labels for the fridge, wrote "soup" and "stew" on them, and by day three the ink is smudged and the lids are warped. It's always the same pattern: we get excited about making things organized, and then the real world just kind of laughs at us. Heat, moisture, constant touching, it all beats the hell out of any label that isn't basically industrial grade. I'd say skip the tape and just hit the cable ends with a silver or white paint marker, write directly on the plastic connector. It's ugly but it's permanent, and honestly that's the tradeoff you're making. Or get those velcro cable ties in different colors, they survive way better than any sticker ever will.