So ashamed that I had left out B’s steak in the previous post, I am now dedicating one whole post to his masterpiece.
Everyone is now well-aware of our Huber’s obsession. (Guys… are you reading? *blinkblink*)
Yesterday, we lugged back these babies:
So gorgeous I’m pretty certain I could sink my teeth right into them right there and then.
Don’t judge me.
There’s something about the huge hunks of meat + fire combination that gets all men excited, I believe, so B took to the stoves for this one.
We went with a simple salt, pepper and olive oil rub; followed by throwing in a couple of rosemary sprigs and garlic cloves.
Don’t diss the browned pan. I deglazed the pan with a dash of beef stock and whisky, followed by a knob of butter.
And I suppose with all the meat posts everyone thinks I’m a meatetarian.
Brown mushrooms and carrots stir-fried over butter and garlic
I promise you. I eat vegetables. In fact, all I ever want for lunch is a crisp, clean, fresh salad.