A steak through my heart.
I was very bad yesterday. I went to uber expensive good food mart, and somehow found two rib eye steaks in my basket. I'm not going to say what they cost, but I won't be doing that too often. However, I might just use the wonderful recipe I found in the free copy of Cuisine magazine I was just sent. I've never cooked steak like this, but I did it this time and it was wonderful We actually almost never eat steak because the only way I think steak tastes good is on the grill or broiler, and while it is possible to broil in an electric oven, I'm not going to do it. Spattering fat on those electrodes just isn't as good as on an open or gas flame. I was actually sure that the method I used would have made a smoke storm, but it didn't.
What I did was coat the steak in salt and pepper, both sides, then fried it for 5 minutes in my cast iron skillet. Then I flipped the steaks over and put them in the pre heated 425' oven and cooked them for another 9 minutes (I left one in longer for Ryther who likes his steak med/well) Then let the steak rest for another 5 or 6 minutes, so the juices get redistributed I guess. Both steaks turned out perfect. I wish I had some kind of sauce to go over them, it would have been really nice.
I'm wondering what less costly steaks or even pork will taste like if done this way? I'll have to find out in the ensuing months. I am very happy with my estate sale cast iron pan, let me tell you.
I have chicken piccata on the menu for later this week too, also out of the magazine. This may be the most I've ever gotten from any food magazine.
And those five pounds... well, they found me again.
In other news, Himself has been sick for the last few days, but luckily it does not seem to be strep, which is going through the schools now.
Biv took Friday off to go boating with her boyfriend, and ended up not going because it was too windy. Now she's going to whine all week because the forecast is for rain. Too bad. I had her come in today, but tomorrow is supposed to be a wash. She was on the phone most of the time she was there. So I got to hear about how her BF didn't go to the funeral of her friend, and he's mad that she did. Yeah... well, you have to hang in there honey if you want those Pat's tickets for next month. Oh the bizarreness.
My mother is gone to North Carolina for a while to visit her SIL with my Step father. SIL is dying of cancer, so this will be the last time they see her. She's a woman who never really got her life together up until recently. Too late sadly, but at least she's gotten to see her grandchildren born. My mother plans to visit a few places on the way home, Hersey Park and some historic sites. I hope they can enjoy them after the visit.
Sat. I went to Arlington on a filed trip with my sculpting class, or part of it. We went to visit the Dallin Museum (he did the sculpture of Paul Revere, and the Appeal to the Great Spirit that is in front of the MFA in Boston). As it turned out it was also Arlington day and they had a part of the main street blocked off with all kinds of food and booths and such. I had to hunker down and have some fried dough right off the bat. There were wonderful smells from the Indian food booths, but I didn't have any more room in my tummy. Can you see where those five pounds came from? Although I did my best to walk them off by walking here and there trying to find the other statues in the area.
In the process of trying to find the sculpture, I did stumble upon an old cemetery with lots and lots of old 1700's gravestones. While looking at them, I noticed a style of gravestone that I have in my cemetery (actually several). I still find it amazing that gravestones from miles and miles away can have been carved by the same person. I wonder if the carver was based in Boston and took orders, or if he traveled the area, which might account for some graves having dates that seem rather unsure 1756/7. "What year did granny die?" In any even, it was fascinating. It also seemed like every grave I went to take a picture of was of the surname Cutter. And I also found a wonderful grave detailing the murder of a patriot by General Gage's troops. The details of which are on the Arlington Historical Soc.'s web site. I could have spent all day there, but since Dallin was the subject of the day, I felt I should get my AIG (ass in gear) and go find his works.
When I did find the first Dallin, which was of Menotomy Indian Hunter, it was in a public garden at the top of a man made 'creek', which was sadly dry. The bronze statue was covered with children, and you can see that generations of kids have rubbed the bronze smooth in places. I got one amusing photo of an energetic boy draped over the kneeling Indian, shooting his cap gun into the distance over the Indian's head. Ironic to say the least. The odd thing is that I feel like I've been here before, maybe as a kid. My mother grew up in Arlington, and I wonder if at some time we came for a visit and stopped here. Otherwise, I might be confusing the garden with one that was at a craft fair that I went to, that I recall was similar. I'll have to ask my mother when she gets back.
That's all I can think of at the moment. I've been a bit negligent since our Mad Men DVD showed up from Netfix, but I have a few days now before the next one comes.
What I did was coat the steak in salt and pepper, both sides, then fried it for 5 minutes in my cast iron skillet. Then I flipped the steaks over and put them in the pre heated 425' oven and cooked them for another 9 minutes (I left one in longer for Ryther who likes his steak med/well) Then let the steak rest for another 5 or 6 minutes, so the juices get redistributed I guess. Both steaks turned out perfect. I wish I had some kind of sauce to go over them, it would have been really nice.
I'm wondering what less costly steaks or even pork will taste like if done this way? I'll have to find out in the ensuing months. I am very happy with my estate sale cast iron pan, let me tell you.
I have chicken piccata on the menu for later this week too, also out of the magazine. This may be the most I've ever gotten from any food magazine.
And those five pounds... well, they found me again.
In other news, Himself has been sick for the last few days, but luckily it does not seem to be strep, which is going through the schools now.
Biv took Friday off to go boating with her boyfriend, and ended up not going because it was too windy. Now she's going to whine all week because the forecast is for rain. Too bad. I had her come in today, but tomorrow is supposed to be a wash. She was on the phone most of the time she was there. So I got to hear about how her BF didn't go to the funeral of her friend, and he's mad that she did. Yeah... well, you have to hang in there honey if you want those Pat's tickets for next month. Oh the bizarreness.
My mother is gone to North Carolina for a while to visit her SIL with my Step father. SIL is dying of cancer, so this will be the last time they see her. She's a woman who never really got her life together up until recently. Too late sadly, but at least she's gotten to see her grandchildren born. My mother plans to visit a few places on the way home, Hersey Park and some historic sites. I hope they can enjoy them after the visit.
Sat. I went to Arlington on a filed trip with my sculpting class, or part of it. We went to visit the Dallin Museum (he did the sculpture of Paul Revere, and the Appeal to the Great Spirit that is in front of the MFA in Boston). As it turned out it was also Arlington day and they had a part of the main street blocked off with all kinds of food and booths and such. I had to hunker down and have some fried dough right off the bat. There were wonderful smells from the Indian food booths, but I didn't have any more room in my tummy. Can you see where those five pounds came from? Although I did my best to walk them off by walking here and there trying to find the other statues in the area.
In the process of trying to find the sculpture, I did stumble upon an old cemetery with lots and lots of old 1700's gravestones. While looking at them, I noticed a style of gravestone that I have in my cemetery (actually several). I still find it amazing that gravestones from miles and miles away can have been carved by the same person. I wonder if the carver was based in Boston and took orders, or if he traveled the area, which might account for some graves having dates that seem rather unsure 1756/7. "What year did granny die?" In any even, it was fascinating. It also seemed like every grave I went to take a picture of was of the surname Cutter. And I also found a wonderful grave detailing the murder of a patriot by General Gage's troops. The details of which are on the Arlington Historical Soc.'s web site. I could have spent all day there, but since Dallin was the subject of the day, I felt I should get my AIG (ass in gear) and go find his works.
When I did find the first Dallin, which was of Menotomy Indian Hunter, it was in a public garden at the top of a man made 'creek', which was sadly dry. The bronze statue was covered with children, and you can see that generations of kids have rubbed the bronze smooth in places. I got one amusing photo of an energetic boy draped over the kneeling Indian, shooting his cap gun into the distance over the Indian's head. Ironic to say the least. The odd thing is that I feel like I've been here before, maybe as a kid. My mother grew up in Arlington, and I wonder if at some time we came for a visit and stopped here. Otherwise, I might be confusing the garden with one that was at a craft fair that I went to, that I recall was similar. I'll have to ask my mother when she gets back.
That's all I can think of at the moment. I've been a bit negligent since our Mad Men DVD showed up from Netfix, but I have a few days now before the next one comes.