Stew

Every so often, you just want to make a dinner that works. Improv in the kitchen is a fine thing, but tonight I needed the mental break.

Enter, Pioneer Woman. I happen to think she is delightful, but will admit that only some of her recipes tempt me. This one for beef stew with beer and paprika was definitely one. I followed it as written, using AMAZING beef from Wilkerson Farms. Our cooking beer of choice was DogFishHead 60 Minute.

AJ came downstairs because he thought he smelled biscuits (not sure how?) and his sad face when he didn’t see any in the oven was enough to get me back in the kitchen. He went to run some errands for me, and I whipped up some biscuits to go with the stew.

BEST IDEA.

He is usually the dough/bread/biscuit maker in the house, but I think I did just fine on my own. This being my first biscuit experience, I did a quick google for some guidance. Again, I followed this recipe exactly. Super easy, super quick, and super delicious.

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The perfect biscuit for sopping up the stew liquid, which, by god, I think I could drink in a glass. Really great flavors in this bowl, you guys.

All around, a highly recommended meal.

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Grey Poupon

So, it’s been a while. Life has been great and busy and all of those things. But let’s skip the niceties and get down to the real deal.

Sandwiches.

On Sunday, I sent AJ to the grocery store alone (he wouldn’t go to the gym with me) and he came back with everything on the list, plus one more thing.

That one more thing was BOGO sirloin tip roast. So, really two more things.

This morning I threw one of those babies in the crock pot (on low for at least eight hours), and then thought to myself “HEY. YOU DID NOT THINK THIS THROUGH.” And also, “It’s early and I have had no coffee. What do I do now?”

I did what any self-respecting almost-30 year old would do … turned to the remaining half bottle of red wine left over from the weekend and dumped it in. Threw in some garlic (probably two tablespoons), some onion powder (real onions would probably be better), a tiny heap of brown sugar (three tablespoons-ish), freshly ground pepper and enough water to cover the meat. And then I went to work.

When I came home and pulled the meat out, it fell promptly apart.

Perfect.

For.

Sandwiches.

I toasted some bread, so loving donated to us by my mother (no shame), and got our plates together. The only thing needed for this sandwich was mustard.

Pardon me, but go get some Grey Poupon. It’s the only thing standing in between you and the best Monday night sandwich of your life.

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AJ seemed to like it. I think pairing it with peanut butter celery boats was a nice touch, don’t you?

I served myself sans bread, plus feta. Gotta save those calories for the beer, duh. (Dogfish Head Punkin Ale, to be exact.)

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Happy Monday, everyone!