One of my housemates is a stewardess and on standby for Christmas, she’s been asking about take away options for the day, feel like should tell her she can have some of what I’m doing, but damn it; it’s prime beef rib and don’t really want to share… plus she likes beef well done (utter philistine), should I just offer her the sides am doing?
Naughty or nice?
My mother’s solution, for a friend’s husband, was to roast the meat rare, and then pan-fry the hell out of Eric’s piece. We were happy, he was happy.
Could you just buy a separate steak for her? If she does end up working you don’t have to cook it, just freeze it and eat it yourself another day.
I was a cook in a camp for 13-14 year olds, so I cooked the beef well done. My boss liked his beef rare. So I’d take it out of the oven rare, slice it, let my boss help himself, then put the rest back in the oven to cook some more.
You could do similar, only in reverse: Put the housemate’s portion back in the oven for a few minutes while you put the finishing touches on the rest of the meal.
Or you could just offer to share the side dishes.
If there’s not enough prime rib I would just say sorry, I didn’t make any extra but you are welcome to some sides. Wish I would have known you were on standby sooner.
We get local beef from a near by farmer. I usually share it with my mom and her husband, but they do NOT get any of the steaks. He eats his completely burnt, so it honestly doesn’t matter if it’s a cruddy steak from the supermarket or the neighbor’s beef.
Yikes! I’m more of the Robert Heinlein type. He once described a character as “cooking steaks by introducing them to the fire and permitting no further conversation.” That’s more like it!
He was a fan of Anais Nin’s, but I try not to hold it against him. He could tell a good yarn, though.
I heard the following saying once and have used it ever since
“De-horn it, wipe its butt, and put it on my plate”
Pretty much sums it up lol.
Well I did offer lunch but she decided on Dominos pizza instead, even in my carbage days I’d have gone for beef not pizza, but means more for me