>> Tuesday, February 3, 2009
There was a time when hearing the words "I don't think I'll be home for dinner" would really kinda piss me off. Especially if I'd already started cooking said dinner. But that was then. Now? Like music to my lunch packing ears. Not that my ears pack lunch, but you know what I mean.
2. green beans
3. yellow potatoes
5. mocha sandwich cookies
That glob of something on top of the steak is not a mushroom. That's the scraped up remains of the most fantastically awesome sauce ever. I de-glazed the pan with a glug of Shiraz (Robert Shaw 2008) and finished it with a glob of left-over brandy butter. Good gravy! Literally. I actually wiped out the rest of the sauce with my finger. And ate it. If I hadn't used my heavy cast iron skillet I woulda lifted that puppy up and licked it clean. For realz ya'll.