Thursday, February 17, 2011


It started out so innocently.
First, there was a package of cheap steaks in my fridge. Cheap because, well, we're on a budget. Steak because, well, it's steak. And they were calling my name. So I pulled them out to rest on my counter while I figured out what to do with them. Then, a memory. Late at night. Good Eats. Alton Brown. Steak au Poivre. It was decided.
But what more? It needed a sauce sans Cognac. Then, another memory. Flipping obsessively through Barefoot Contessa's Party cookbook. Blue cheese (always in the fridge chez nous). Gorgonzola Sauce.
My oh my. I can't stop there. Potatoes. Garlic. Parsley. I had to do it. Garlic Roasted Potatoes.
Green. Green. Something green. Arugula. Walnuts. Cranberries. A teensy bit more blue cheese. Balsamic and Olive oil. It was done. I couldn't take it back.
Glen dropped by, so I forced him to have a seat with us.
We all were unprepared.
For the magic.

I hereby promise to stop blogging about food. And soon. But right now I can't stop. I am obsessed. I am hooked.
I need help.


Meagan said...


I am DYING. I want that NOW. NOOOOOOOW!

I just saved ALL those recipies :-)

Mandy said...

hahaha You are amazing. I'll make you a deal: next time we are in the same state I'll cook this if you give me a pro sewing lesson.

Tim and Katie Jean said...

You must do this.

Carson said...

I'm looking at my sack lunch of pretzels and an apple, thinking DAAAAANG! Wish I was eating that!
Looks so good Mandy.


Josh, Lundyn and Quincy Stuart said...

I nearly ate my computer screen. Please don't stop food blogging.
I. Love. Them.
I'm suddenly starving...