Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Beef To End All Beef!

As I said before, one of the things I'm loving about NFA is learning how to cook new cuts of meat.

On Saturday, I made Pioneer Woman's Beef with Snow Peas

It made me really happy. I got to work with flank steak for the first time. I'll tell you that the cutting board I used to slice the meat was way too small and made things very awkward for me. Also adding to the awkwardness: my moderate aversion to touching raw meat.
Anyway, I also got to use fresh ginger.
This dinner was SOOOO good! The only bad thing, and I use the term "bad" very loosely, was that it was pretty salty. Perhaps owing to the 1/2 cup of soy sauce. Also, I didn't mince the ginger small enough but that was my own fault.
Saturday was kind of a busy day for us. We went to town in the morning, (yes, all 5 of us!) and then the boys laid down for what-I-wished-was-a-quick-nap-but-was-really-just-a-rest before our neighbors' daughters' birthday party. Hubster 5000 (I'm trying out the whole "cute nicknames for people you blog about regularly" thing. This is only the first try, so don't hate me.) had Worship Practice that night too, so I came home from the party to whip this together. It went pretty fast, but wasn't done in time for Jo- I mean Hubster 5000 to eat. So he left. The manlets were still at the party. Yep! We DO have that great of neighbors! So when it was done, I ate some of it myself.
On a related side note, have you all noticed that the word "Bliss" has become the vogue thing to say these days? Now, I don't have any problem with popular catch phrases (see: WINNING!) but since I have seen and heard this word so much lately, I have realized that I hate it. Not like, the meaning of the word or anything. Just the sound of it. Bliss. Gross! It makes my ears want to throw up! It's like the word, "Gussy". As in, "Get gussied up for the dance, Homer!" Seriously. Those two words make me want to crawl into a hole.
With that being said, the only word that comes to mind to describe how I feel about beef with snow peas is...BLISS! I want to make it right now, just thinking about it!
Jackosaurus Rex and Noodle Boo (Hmmm, not feeling it, but I'll keep plowing along.), I had been previously informed, had snacked all afternoon at the party and would not be hungry when they came home. When they finally tromped through the door, party favors in hand, I asked them if they would like to have some dinner. They said no. I said, "Skiddeley Doo! More for me!", and didn't feed them. It's how I roll. Later that night, we went to Hubster 5000's (growing on me) practice with cake for his birthday. Thank you, Costco, for those delicious cakes! Maybe next year I'll make him a real cake. Not that the other ones weren't real, but... never mind.
All of that was to say that I am the only person in the family that actually ate this New Food. But since my word is law around here (75-90% of the time), it's going on the keeper list.

Next up: a foray into the sea with Crispy Bourbon Glazed Salmon.

1 comment:

Jessica said...

I've totally been wanting to make this. It looks super yummy. And now I'll be sure to watch out for the salty factor. And y'know, I like the word bliss. I wish people would stop squatting on the cool words and just use them thoughtfully as they're appropriate/applicable. Then maybe we wouldn't be so quick to feel like there's a blue tarp and some questionable wads of used tissue paper lurking around these words that - when used in moderation - are really quite lovely.