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I made beef stew. It is...reasonably tasty. I had no real desire for beef stew, but I was walking through the fresh market produce section a while back (apparently, this is dangerous for me to do), and just grabbed some carrots and potatoes on a whim thinking "I'll bet I can do something yummy with these."
I've surprised myself. It's nothing to write home about (which is, I guess, why I'm writing about it. Um.), but it tastes just like any other big family lunch o' stew that I've had on a Sunday, which means I did something right when I panicked toward the end and threw in bits of whatever I thought was still usable in the spice rack.
There's too much of it, though. Maybe I can get the boy to help me eat it. Or, well, anyone. Beef stew, anyone?
I've surprised myself. It's nothing to write home about (which is, I guess, why I'm writing about it. Um.), but it tastes just like any other big family lunch o' stew that I've had on a Sunday, which means I did something right when I panicked toward the end and threw in bits of whatever I thought was still usable in the spice rack.
There's too much of it, though. Maybe I can get the boy to help me eat it. Or, well, anyone. Beef stew, anyone?