Moving on .
I've been blogging for a few years now. Sometimes sporadically sometimes daily, but almost regularly. I have finally separated from XSU and starting to live a new life on my own. The original blog helped me get through the painful process of the end of the marriage, along with some bumpy roads dealing with a critically ill child in the midst of the end of marriage mess. Now this blog will see me through the new paths and adventures that life has to offer. Restructuring my life. My way. My experiences, ventings, musings on that whole big and not so big deal.
November 02, 2009
I can't cook meat!
I knew I was in trouble when I took a piece of meat, threw it into the oven, cooked it, and it came out tasting like I was eating plywood.
Beef was something that was XSU's responsiblity. And I have to grudgingly admit he was good at it. He got rid of the barbecue - I know I know - and bought one of those electric grill things that he kept in the garage. He regularly spent time in there with his secret sauces and marinades and I just ate. You know that the electric grill went with him when he left. In fact it was the only appliance he took. I should be grateful for this. Yet even now, a mere two and half months later, it irritates me to no end that the garage still smells like a bad greasy spoon joint.
Since XSU left I have tried cooking steak, pot roast, a couple of stir fry thingies, and I have to admit, I regularly bomb on all. RJ sees beef on the counter top and tells me she's not hungry before I even get started. The only thing I can manage is a good beef stew - a full bodied red wine improves everything;. I can also cope fairly well with ground beef. My roasts - like chewing rubber. Steaks - we're talking hockey pucks. And I realized it's because I haven't cooked beef in at least 15-20 years. Seriously.
I am going to have to re-learn the art of cooking beef. Home Ec 101. Julia Child, Martha Stewart, Joy of Cooking and every other cook book I own will be found strewn across my kitchen when I throw a steak or a roast on the counter and into the oven. Next summer I will have to buy a barbecue and see how many steaks I turn into hockey pucks before I can actually cook a piece of beef worthy of fancy dining room eatin'. For the next little while though make sure it's chicken, fish or vegetarian if I have invited you over for a meal.