If you’re talking to my butcher they are Delmonico steaks. But, it’s really not about the steaks, it’s all about the SAUCE!
Oh my Land! This whiskey cream sauce was so, there aren’t even words for how delicious it was! In fact I think I could have skipped the steak all together and just ate the sauce.
I had to dig “Jim” out of the back of my pantry and dust him off.
“Jim” usually only makes a brief appearance for a certain pie I make and will share with you when you guessed it, this lil’ project is over. My brother-n-law says this pie its better than “you know what”! He doesn’t actually say “you know what”, but this is a wholesome family type blog. So we will leave the “what” to your imagination.
It took a little messing with the heat and adding more cream for me to get it just right, but it was worth it!
Buttered Carrots, Roasted Potatoes, Salad and Pioneer Woman’s Rosemary Rolls joined the Ribeyes at the table. If you had to make one of the above foods you need to make these Rosemary Rolls!
DAM! they are good!
I am not really into cussing so I avoid it by misspelling. I feel it doesn’t count then well, I do on occasion say poop, darn it all, dag-nabbit, and OH Shoot! But that’s beside the point these rolls are so dam good you just have to try them, and they are so easy my 10 year old could make them. Really….
But my 10 year old did not make them, instead my kids were all in a tizwad over this robin…
They found our golden retriever Jack pointing at, its wing was broke. My oldest daughter was heart broken for this bird.
“I feel so bad for the birdie”
“I need to go check the birdie” (five times during the meal that I put blood sweat and tears into ok now I am being a little dramatic.)
“uuuuhhhhh, no the bird will be just fine while you enjoy your scrumptious meal….”
“uhhh no we are not going to go cut up a worm for it, right now”
“it won’t starve while we are eating our over the top yummy meal.”
Ugh! How does one fully enjoy a meal when their child is moping over her plate thinking that the life of a robin depends on her, and only her! I’ll tell you how one does it with a fork and a knife and and a napkin tucked under my chin.
No problem call me callous, unfeeling, hardened, morbid, call me whatever you call someone who can go on eating as a birdie suffers I can take it.
We did finish our second to the last of our Pioneer Woman Cooks meals in relative peace.
Unfortunately, birdie did not make it.
Thankfully Kenny was home to take care of that, he deals with broken wings and death on a regular basis, so he handled the situations swiftly and tenderly.
OK on a lighter and brighter note.
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