I Knead This
Ways empty-nesters pass the time:
Got the whole wheat bread all a-kneaded
and now she’s rising for a couple of hours before in to Mr. Dutch Oven she goes
and I’m off to Costco for some flank steak to stuff for dinner.
Update:
Okay, so the bread is out and cooling
and the flank steak is pounded out and somewhat flatterer (to roughly 1/4″)
onto which is spread a mix of parsley, mint, garlic, lemon juice, pecorino romano, toasted pine nuts and pepper
and all of which is rather sloppily rolled, tied,
and tossed into a 350º oven for 70 minutes or so.
Much to the dismay of a Certain Person
there were no scraps to be had
after the a fore-mentioned 70 minutes went by out the somewhat sloppy roll came
well, very sloppy really. I just have not figured out how to properly tie up something. Oh well.
On to the plate!
The lemon/mint/parsley/garlic/cheese/pine nut mixture was quite tasty, and the flank steak was done pretty much on point.
Yum all around.
Drooling Claude photo in 3… 2… 1…
Aw yeah! Another episode of “Cookin’ with Bingley”!
You didn’t buy a steak just for Claude?
That looks good. The wife stopped using twine and string on her bushaloni. She uses long toothpick skewers instead. Works fine and is much easier to manage. Before and after.
Mr. B – did you add chunky tomatoes?
Delicious!
Donna, the sauce was a can of whole peeled san romanos that i smudged by hand, and can of diced tomatoes (good eyes!), some marjoram, some crushed rosemary, some chopped fresh parsley and some crushed garlic that i let simmer for an hour or so before ladling on top of the flank to cook with it.
I’ve seen some silicon ties too, Rob, but they give me the heebies.
Nothing for Claude? B**ST*RD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh he let me know his displeasure in a very real and, er, tactile sense on Sunday via a little “present” he left me in a darkened hallway…that my barefoot stepped in.
Yep.
…and not a wine bottle to be seen. Isn’t that the whole point of cooking?
GOOD BOY, Claude! Who says humans aren’t trainable when they get older? 🙂
There’s a joke to be made there, Mr B, but I’ll show my usual remarkable restraint.
Never fear, Syd, several were consumed during the process!