Let the grilling season begin, plus other assorted thoughts on a spring day.

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I am really afraid this is going to be one of those years where we really don’t have a spring.  I just get a feeling it’s going to be cool right up to the last day of school (A month from today, not that anyone is counting…22 actual school days left…154 hours of instructional time…) then BOOM!  Summer will hit with full force 95 degree heat, and we will commence with three months of midwestern misery.  However, this has been a lovely weekend, if a bit on the cool side, and for the first time this year, I fired up the old Weber Performer Grill and made some fantastic ribeye steaks that I purchased at Costco yesterday.  

I made this purchase in hopes that we would have friends over today, but sadly things fell through with both families we invited.  On the bright side, I now have additional steaks for future guests.  Also, I now am fully confident I can make some amazing steaks for that time. 

I am somewhat intimidated by thick-cut meat, whether it is pork, chicken, or steaks.  There is always the challenge of doneness vs. dryness.  I certainly understand the need to cook pork and chicken to the point where micro-badguys meat their doom, yet I also HATE cooking any meat to the point where they resemble the briquettes they were cooked by.  

At the same time, I also hate the look of horror on my guest’s face when a piece of meat is not cooked to their liking.  I tend to like things on the rarer side, while my mom likes things partially mummified.  My wife is a little picky about doneness as well, and I always feel like a total failure when things need to be put back on the grill (or worse, the microwave!)

Anyway, tonight I grilled three VERY thick ribeyes from Costco.  After about 7 minutes of direct heat right over the coals, I moved them around the edges of the coals and put the cover on the grill for another eight minutes of cooking.  Took them off the grill, let them rest covered for another seven minutes, and then we dug in to some of the best steaks I’ve ever made.  They were perfectly medium to medium-rare throughout, with a nice brown crust on the outside.  The lovely wife and I paired it with both chimichurri sauce (which is becoming a real house favorite) and Malbec wine…very Argentinian.  

People often mistake me for a gaucho.

The lovely wife took some fantastic pictures of our delightful dinner, and you may commence mouth watering now.

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As an aside, the lovely family and I did some hiking this weekend, and I looked for some morel mushrooms without any success.  Today I went out again looking without any success.  So, if any of you are amateur or professional mycologists (people who study mushrooms and other fungi) and would have any tips for me, or where I should be looking in the St. Louis area, let me know!

All in all, I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, and a great week ahead.

 

Gelateria Del Leone

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The lovely family plus the fun-filled sister’s family went to the Missouri Botanical Garden today.  It was a warm sunny day, and we were able to fully appreciate the Japanese Cherry Blossoms “snowing” on the kiddos, a plethora of daffodils, and an abundance of tulips.  MoBot is fantastic at any time of year, but during the spring, you really wish you could visit it every day.

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We left at closing time, and upon the lovely wife’s recommendation, we headed over to South Grand and Gelateria Del Leone.  She had recently met clients and taken their picture there, and thought I’d love it.

The lovely wife knows me so well.

First, a few words on gelato.  I first had gelato as a 19 year old during a visit to Rome back in 1997.  I was young and on a very limited budget.  I’m pretty sure I hadn’t had anything to eat that day and I ordered a gelato from a back-street gelateria.  I’m not sure if I knew the taste of alcohol back then the way I do today, but let me tell you, there was a hefty dose of rum in my chocolate gelato I ordered that day.  Happily buzzed, I savored the creamy, rich texture of that Italian treat while being exposed to art, history, Italian Communist Farmer’s Political marches, and home-cooked Italian food made by an Indian-Italian, on what was possibly one of the most bizarre days of my life.  After that, gelato sort of disappeared from my life for quite some time.

Today however, gelato is fighting for its spot in our frozen dairy loving hearts.*  I’ve seen gelato popping up in local supermarkets and in other locations around town.

*I think there will come a point where we as the human race will be confined to our Hoverounds, amiably joysticking our way from Dairy Queen, to Culver’s Frozen Custard, to Fro Yo, to a local Gelateria.  Seriously, our love of frozen dairy treats knows no limits.

Of the frozen dairy treats however, gelato is the healthiest choice (relatively speaking, of course).  Gelato generally has less cream and more milk in the recipe.  How is it so rich, dense, and creamy then you ask?  Well, gelato is churned at a very slow speed, and very little air gets whipped into the mixture. Therefore you get the dense creamy texture that gelato is known for.

Anyway, back to Gelateria Del Leone.  We actually went there for dinner, and the gelato was truly an added bonus on an excellent meal.  I ordered the Italiano Panini while the kiddos got the Pesto Grilled Cheese sandwich.  There was no kids meal options available, so if you’re going there with the kiddos be prepared to spend a little more than usual, but the sandwiches were served with Billy Goat Chips (which are an AWESOME St. Louis product) and a drink.  The lovely wife ordered a Caprese salad and bruschetta for everyone to share.  The bruschetta was fantastic, with a fresh mix of tomatoes, shallots, and basil on crispy toasted bread.  It was definitely lighter and brighter than most bruschetta I’ve had.

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The sandwiches came after a short wait, and were fantastic.  The Italian came with prosciutto, salami, pepperoni, shallots, provolone, pesto mayo.  First off, the focaccia bread is house made and was a perfect blend of crunchy and soft.  The sandwich had a reasonable amount of meat and cheese, not neither overwhelming the flavor of the other.  I appreciated how reasonable the portion size actually was.  Sometimes Italian sandwiches tend to be meat heavy, leading to a cured meat coma…not so here.  It was satisfying yet not overwhelming in size.

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The kids’ sandwiches were a real highlight however.  First off, I do hate lying to my son, but sometimes you need to make compromises to get them to eat food.

The delightful son is particular about his cheese.  Basically it must be yellow, or yellowish.  You can get Muenster cheese by him, but that’s as far as he’ll go on the whiteness scale.  Except pizza.  He’ll eat pizza.

Furthermore, he’s not wild about pesto…but he has loved the chimichurri sauce I’ve made recently for steak dishes.  Chimichurri is a vivid green.

He was a bit shocked when his grilled cheese sandwich came with white cheese with green topping.  So I proceeded to tell him it was pizza cheese with chimichurri sauce on top.  Although not convinced, he gave it a go and ate half his sandwich, knowing that he needed to save room for gelato.  That was okay by me, as it allowed me to eat the other half of his sandwich (I saved half of my Italian for today’s lunch).  The cheese, pesto, and focaccia was a heavenly combination.  Once again, each ingredient was balanced, and it was one of the finest grilled cheese sandwiches I’ve sampled.

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The lovely wife’s Caprese salad looked delightful and although not in season, the tomatoes looked fresh and tempting.

Finally we come to the gelato.  While all the selections looked incredibly tempting, I sampled some Mayan chocolate (infused with cayenne pepper), but settled on the Dulce de Leche and Chocolate and Salted Caramel.  And there we sat, savoring a spring day with our tiny gelato shovels (I totally love gelato spoons, it’s like you’re an enormous construction worker), scooping out bite size morsels of frozen dairy goodness on a perfect spring day.

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There were other touches about Gelateria Del Leone I enjoyed as well.  Real glass cups for water, and to go boxes made from recycled paper.  I liked the vibe of quality and sustainability.  The staff were all super friendly, and although we didn’t partake they have a wide selection of tea and coffee.

All in all, Gelateria Del Leone provided our family with a memorable meal to cap the perfect St. Louis spring day.  We all agreed that we would come back the next time we visited the Botanical Gardens.  If you find yourself near South Grand, treat yourself to a fine sandwich and tasty dairy treat.

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Holy Crap! I Just Made Banana Bread

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Who ever said that baking was hard or required precision?

LIES!

So, overall it’s been a pretty rough last couple of months.  My father-in-law has been diagnosed with brain cancer, and between several trips to MIchigan, the end of the basketball season and my second job as an unpaid board member for my local Lutheran High School, in which I have helped conduct a search for a new Head of School* who will make far more money than I ever will, I have had little time for blogging.

*By the way, Head of School is the new educational buzzword for Executive Director, which was the 1990s word for Superintendent, which was the old word for Headmaster, which pretty much meant Head of School.  Educational buzzwords are hilarious in how quickly they catch on and then fade away.  GLEs, ELOs, ESL, ELL, MAP, Common Core, STEM, and a wide variety of others have filled our vocabulary in the last 13 years, and yet, we don’t seem to get that good teachers + committed students and their families=success.

So after a very frustrating day, I decided to try to be creative with what we had on hand here at home tonight.  I was only making Costco cheese and spinach ravioli with green beans for dinner tonight, and had only about an hour until we had a work night up at school.  Earlier today, I taught my lower graders that fruits provide a home for seeds, and we examined the fruits and seeds of strawberries, apples, and bananas (the fruits we had in the house).  The bananas were on their downward spiral, and I decided I’d try something I’d never done…banana fritters.
After a breif consultation of the Great Internet Cookbook I decided to go rogue and wing it.  I took three mushy bananas, a generous pour out of an almost empty bag of granulated sugar, a couple of spoonfuls of brown sugar, and a half cup of flour and prepared to mix it all together.
At this point my brain kicked in and I realized that I’d need something else to make this appealing.  It was then that I thought of Elvis.  He enjoyed peanut butter and banana sandwiches.  If it’s good enough for the King, it’s good enough for me.  Two scoops of peanut butter coming up!
I decided to take a picture of this, just in case my plan worked out.
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Finally, I figured I should add some liquid to bring it all together, so I added an egg.  Then I beat the heck out of those bananas with a fork (The only utensil I used in this entire process).
Soon after beating, I realized a fritter is pretty much code word for disappointing donut.  Also, I’d have to work like a dog to get it done.  I’d have to heat oil, fry up little balls and put them on paper towels…burning myself with grease splatter as an added bonus.  With my timeframe and an actual dinner to get on the table, with you know, vegetables, that wasn’t going to happen.  I also noticed that my batter was pretty runny.
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So, I called an audible and googled banana bread.  Apparently baking soda is important…as is salt.  Done and done.
Finally, I added a bit of cinnamon.  I figured all these dessert breads have cinnamon in them.
The other thing that got me thinking banana bread was the St. Louis Food Bloggers Forum.  I went to this event last summer and that was what got me into blogging in the first place.  Back on that hot August day at Vin de Set, they gave us a prize bag.  Included in the bag were two Wilton mini bread pans.  To be honest, I never thought I’d use these things, but here they were today waiting for my banana fritter turned banana bread.  I greased those two little pans and put them in the oven.  When I left for the work night tonight at 6 they weren’t quite finished.  But upon my arrival home this evening at 9:15 I was informed that I had created a pretty nifty banana bread.
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It was very good, and I plan on sharing it with my (non-nut allergy) kiddos at school tomorrow.
Will I make this again?  Probably not.  However, it shows that experimenting and trying something new in the kitchen is never a bad idea.  At worst, I had used some bananas, sugar, and flour.  Instead, I created the finest banana bread ever crafted in this home.  So, if you’ve got squishy bananas, flour, sugars, an egg, and some peanut butter, you’ve got bread waiting for you.
So dear neglected readers, what are some experiments that have worked out well for you?  Let me know.

Legitimate Snow Day Blogging

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Last night when all the the St. Louis schools were calling off in a THE SKY IS FALLING, THE SKY IS FALLING moment, I was pretty worried.  How often have we had predictions of snow in the St. Louis area just let us down?  One always calls to mind the predicted “snowmageddon” of a couple years back that ended up being a full day of sleet, but not the 20+ inches predicted.  I could imagine the grousing about lazy teachers and schools if there was no snow today.

Or the infamous, “Back when I was a kid…”

This morning I woke up to the sun peeking up above the clouds briefly in the Orchard Farm metro area.  I proceeded to go out to Walgreens, Target, and the bank.  Snow was on the way they said, but I could still envision a scenario where the meteorologists* explained a measly accumulation to the infamous “POCKET OF DRY AIR” that they use to explain away their mistakes.

*By the way, when I was a kid, I totally wanted to be a meteorologist.  But not just a meteorologist, a TV meteorologist.  It was the perfect job for me.  Maps, weather, excitement, and TV.  

Then my TV meteorologist idol, Bob Richards, killed himself after the 10:30 news one night.  I guess I should have put my trust in Dave Murray.  By the way, here’s a clip showing Dave Murray on Channel 5 back in 1982, you’ll see him at the end of the video with Dick Ford, Karen Foss, and Jay Randolph.  Two things.  First, why would anyone keep this video and put it on youtube?  Second, I wonder if they had any Anchorman moments back then.  Dick Ford as Ron Burgandy, Jay Randolph as Champ Kind, Dave Murray as Brick Tamland, and Karen Foss as Veronica Corningstone.  I do believe I’ll be watching that later today.  

In conclusion, Dave Murray has been around forever, and I still totally want his job.

Anyway, here we are with copious amounts of snow, more than what was predicted.  I can’t see my school, which is just .4 miles away, and I’ve been enjoying the snow day so far.  Therefore, I declare this a LEGITIMATE SNOW DAY!  So, here’s the food plan for the rest of the day:

Have another one of these:  

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Make snow ice cream.  In case you’ve never had it, snow ice cream is a rare treat that you can make with freshly fallen snow.  I get it from large snowbanks free from grass etc.  Also, there are no dogs in my area.  I’ll post about this later.

Eat a delicious dinner of grilled flank steak with chimichurri sauce.  

All in all, I hope you all have a safe and fun day wherever you are.

 

Tastiest Field Trip Ever.

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By now you may get tired of me posting about Indian food.  However, in a continued attempt to keep my 1.2 billion Indian* readers happy, I shall press on.

*As I’ve stated before, I love to look at my stats on WordPress.  I’ve reached a lot of people on the Subcontinent.  However, I find it funny that I have not received a single view from the People’s Republic of China.  Is WordPress banned there?  Have I been blacklisted since I mildly mocked Mao Zedong in one of my posts?  I would really like to get a single view from the People’s Republic…

In case you are new to the blog, I am a teacher.  This year I am teaching World Geography this year to my upper grade students (6-8).  We finally reached South Asia a couple of weeks ago, and I made the decision to go on a special field trip with my students.  We would all go out for lunch at India Palace by the airport.

Now, this decision was not made lightly.  We have had several food days in the past with mixed results.  Cheese Day from two years ago was a big hit.  Guacamole day this year was super successful.  However, my hummus holiday was a flop, and Indian food contains a fair amount of chickpeas, so I was curious if the kiddos would like Indian food.

Second, bringing a group of 12-14 year olds to an Indian restaurant is risky.  Generally speaking, this demographic can be prone to rudeness, impatience, and dislike of new things. Also, there is the All You Can Eat factor.  Several years ago, we took students to Ponderosa after a field trip.  One of my students took the ALL YOU CAN EAT too far.  The results of his attempt to join the professional eating circuit were shall we say, disastrous and disgusting.  I’m pretty sure I’ll never go to Ponderosa again.

But, even with all those risk factors at play, I took the risk.  Why?

BECAUSE THIS GROUP OF STUDENTS ARE AWESOME.  They are super polite, open to new things, and are eager to please.  Sure, I was a little concerned if they would like the food, but that was mostly because I wanted them to like what I like.  I had no concerns about their ability to conduct themselves in an appropriate manner, and represent themselves and their school well.

On Wednesday, we discussed some of the vocabulary they would encounter at an Indian restaurant.  They created an Indian food cheat sheet explaining words like basmati, naan, korma, dal, kofta, saag, gulab jamun, and tandoori.  We discussed some rules of buffet etiquette, and I reiterated the point that “All You Can Eat” is not a personal challenge.

So, on Thursday, we headed off to the Best Western by the airport, boarded the elevator, and  went up to the eleventh floor.  The kids were immediately impressed with the restaurant, and we were seated at two tables away from the majority of the restaurant patrons who were there on their lunch break.

The kids tentatively lined up to the buffet, and after checking their cheat sheets, they generally took small samples of several dishes.  After they returned to their seats, I watched as they anxiously looked at their meals.  One girl said, “I’m a little nervous to try this Indian food.”  I responded by saying, “Do you know what they call this food in India?  Food.”  That brought a couple of laughs and they dug in.

After everyone got their plates, I went through the line and got my plate and returned to see how it was going.  I’ll admit, I was a bit nervous as well.  I did not want to see two tables full of sad, uncomfortable faces, waiting to leave.

Instead, I returned to see 12 adolescents enjoying a new experience, happily digging in to a new experience.  Sure, they all had things they liked, and some they didn’t like, but overall, everyone was enjoying the experience.  Chicken curry was a hit, as well as the beef kofta in aromatic sauce.  Most kids said the tandoori chicken tasted like, well, chicken.  Naan bread was very popular, with one kid wanting to take some home.

Most went back for seconds of the things they liked more.

Interestingly, the kids thought the gulag jamun was too sweet.

My lovely wife met us there for lunch, and she took pictures commemorating my favorite field trip in a long time.

Overall, I left that day with a stomach full of food, and a heart full of pride in my super awesome students who were willing to embrace a new experience.

Busyness, Basketball, Bartolino’s Osteria, and Costco

Soooo….I haven’t blogged much lately.  To be honest, my life is filled with school, basketball, and assorted meetings.  As a matter of fact, I haven’t made anything new or interesting for the last couple of weeks as we have just been trying to keep our heads above water.

We went to the Missouri Botanical Gardens on Saturday, and then tried to get Italian on the Hill at 5pm…bad idea.  Zia’s and Anthonios Taverna were packed and with a diabetic in need of food, we settled on Bartolino’s Osteria.  It was pretty good.  I’m not going to do a full review, but the Antipasti was good, the Caesar salad was OK, and my steak was steaky.  More importantly, we totally nailed the insulin dose for the diabetic daughter who ate fettucini alfredo and copious amounts of bread.  It was a carb bomb, and we covered it well.  Blood sugar in range at bedtime for the win!!!

The only food insight I have to share is that chili is so awesome.  I’ve been making double batches once a week for the last three weeks, and it has kept the family fed and happy over that time period.  You can eat it as soup, put it over pasta, and it is the ultimate leftover.

Finally, I will tell you about the guiltiest pleasure of the last couple of weeks: Straub’s Markets here in St. Louis has this stuff:

Bacon Cheddar Pecan Dip.

The lovely wife and I tried to resist.

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!

Bacon…good.

Mayonnaise…good.

Cheddar cheese…good.

Pecans…good.

Together…PERFECT DIP.

We spent last weekend secretly eating this dip when the other one was not looking.  Good times.

So, with all that said, I have another crazy week of basketball ahead.  I went to Costco* tonight (after basketball practice) bought groceries for the week, then came home and made chili for tomorrow.

*I think Costco should rename itself THE $100 STORE.  I cannot think of a time within the last three months that I have gone there that I haven’t spent $100.

FAVORITE THINGS AT COSTCO AT THE MOMENT:

Costco Peanuts (they have ruined me for regular peanuts)

Kirkland Signature Black Forest Ham (I think they should rebrand this ham using non-dark forest terminology.)

The Veggie Patch Veggie Patties.  I wrote about these earlier, and they continue to be a healthy hit with the family.

WIth all that said, I’ll try to write something more meaningful in the future, but for the month of February, school and basketball is what is dominating the Crowder family schedule.

Have a good week everyone!

German Oven Pancake

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ImageOne of the specialties of the house here is the German Oven Pancake. My grandma and mom made this dish throughout my childhood, and now my lovely wife makes the dish as well.  If you have never made one of these beauties for breakfast or dinner, you are missing out. A GOP (Republicans approve of this pancake) whips a regular pancake any day on both flavor and presentation.  Here’s all you need:

1 cup of all-purpose flour

6 eggs

1 cup of milk

4 tablespoons of melted butter

1/2 teaspoon salt

Greased 8 x 14 pan

Preheat the oven to 450 degrees.

LIKE ALL BAKING, FOLLOWING DIRECTIONS IS IMPORTANT! Germans demand precision and order…so does this dish. This is why I don’t bake. The lovely wife makes this dish. Anyway, follow these steps in order to successfully make your GOP.

Lightly beat the eggs. Then gradually add the flour. Stir in the melted butter, milk, and salt and you’re done. Pour your GOP mix into a greased 8 X 14 inch pan and pop it into the oven for 20 minutes.

Gather the children (or guests) around for the big reveal when it comes out of the oven. You can serve GOP with syrup, but we also like it with butter, powdered sugar and lemon juice.

A few years back, we lived on my family’s farm outside of Warrenton, Missouri.  I still totally remember the first time the lovely wife made the dish.  We had chickens on the farm and our fridge was overflowing with eggs.  Well, one night my father in law pulled into the farm with a van filled with 12 kids on their way to a mission trip in Mexicali, Mexico.  Anyway, what do you feed 16 people on a Saturday morning?  German Oven Pancake.  It was a huge hit, and it has become a favorite with my in-laws as well,

Finally, the lovely wife has introduced me to Vine, the six second Twitter video thingie. I like it. She made a Vine video of making a German Oven Pancake this morning. It’s pretty cool! Enjoy.

Vin De Set

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After visiting Eleven Eleven Mississippi last month, the lovely wife and I wanted to try its sister restaurant just down the street before the Symphony on Saturday night.  After our experience there, I believe that Vin de Set is the one of the pair that I feel I’d be most likely to visit again.  Not that there was anything wrong with Eleven Eleven, I just loved Vin de Set that much more.

If I were to choose one word to describe Vin de Set, it would be cozy.  The main dining room was warm and inviting with the exposed brick walls, and soft but sufficient lighting.  Also, there was a more relaxed feel to Vin de Set.  I loved the open kitchen at Eleven Eleven, but at the same time, that adds to the noise and overall bustle of a restaurant.  Vin de Set was a bit quieter.  We had a very pleasant evening of conversation.

I am no francophile.  However, I have slowly began to appreciate French food.  I even enjoyed what I had always believed to be the most overrated French food of all time, the crepe.

My disdain for crepes stems from a bad experience I had in Paris with an overpriced dessert crepe.  I have always considered them to be a glorified pancake…and a really thin, tasteless one at that.

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(My apologies for the pictures, as it was quite dark)

However, the lovely wife wanted to order the ratatouille crepe as an appetizer, and I went along.  It was an outstanding, light appetizer filled with traditional ratatouille vegetables, quinoa*, Boursin cheese,  and topped with a balsamic glaze.  We split the appetizer, and I found it to be a wonderful light appetizer to start our meal.  Although I thought it was the vegetables that carried the dish, I have to say, the crepe brought body and structure to the whole appetizer.

*Quinoa, pronounced KEEN-wah, is the reigning king grains.  As a matter of fact, did you know that this is the INTERNATIONAL YEAR OF QUINOA???  Lo and behold, the United Nations General Assembly has declared 2013 the INTERNATIONAL YEAR OF QUINOA.  It is nice that the nations of the world can agree on some things.  ALL HAIL QUINOA, THE BOLIVIAN WONDER GRAIN!

Meanwhile, back at the restaurant…

I ordered one of the specials that evening, rolled veal cutlets wrapped with ham and gruyere cheese, lightly breaded and fried.  They were topped with Meyer lemon juice, and served with barley and broccolini.

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The dish was marvelous.  The breading was light, and the gruyere and ham melded with the veal to create moist layers of meaty goodness.  The barley side dish was excellent as well.

The lovely wife had a half game hen with a house-made sausage and duck confit cassoulet.  She raved over the game hen, but in her opinion, the duck-confit cassoulet was the real star.  The white beans were enhanced by the duck fat and was her favorite part of the whole dish.  The only downer was the house-made sausage, which we both found to be bland.  But, overall the dish was a real hit.

All in all, our server was excellent, checking on us frequently before, during, and after our meal.  He was even prompt with the check as we needed to be getting off to the symphony.

I personally can’t wait to go late in spring or summer to enjoy the outdoor seating and view of downtown St. Louis.  However, it is not the view that makes Vin de Set worth visiting.  It is a warm welcome, pleasant service, and great food that makes the restaurant.  The view just happens to be the icing on the crepe…I mean cake.

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Parsley Perfected by South American Geniuses

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Chimichurri.

Roughly translated, I think it means “Addictive sauce that will cause you to eat far more flank steak than you intended to.”

I am now highly intrigued by Argentinian cuisine.  I tried their national sandwich earlier this year, and have now experienced their sauce.

It is a miracle these people are physically capable of leaving their homes, because if I lived in Argentina, I don’t think I’d fit out my door.

Maybe all the tangoing keeps them fit.

I bought two flank steaks a while back at Costco, and I was looking for a different way to prepare the second one.  Anyway, I saw a recipe a while back for flank steak with chimichurri on Weight Watchers.  Unfortunately, I did not follow their serving guidelines or healthy recipe Saturday evening.

Three quick thoughts on this delightful sauce.

1.  I cannot think of a better use for parsley.  Whenever I buy a bunch of parsley in the store, I always think, “Well 90% of this is going to be garbage.”  Which totally stinks.  I used nearly the whole bunch in this recipe, and I’ll use the rest on a roast this week.

2.  No one seems to know exactly where the name for this sauce came from, or what it means.  There are several theories, but no one seems sure which is correct.  I’m always interested in the etymology of different foods, and this one seems to be one of those mysterious dishes that no one can quite explain the name.

3.  I totally love my immersion blender.  They give you this cup with the blender, and I used it tonight for the sauce.  It worked perfectly.  If the good people at Cuisinart would like to sponsor me, I’d be completely up for that.  I’LL BLEND ANYTHING!  That could be a new blog: Will it Blend?

Anyway, I certainly won’t take credit for the chimichurri recipe, so here’s the link to the one I used.

Roughly chop the parsley and put in your blender/immersion blender wonder bowl.

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Add the oil, vinegar, oregano, cumin, garlic, salt, and hot sauce

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GO TO TOWN WITH IMMERSION BLENDER.  (Or use your regular blender/food processor) I think this took ten seconds.

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Serve over the steak of your choice.

Try not to eat all the steak.

One final note.  We had leftover chimichurri sauce that we put in ice cube trays and froze.  I’m going to use these bricks of frozen Latin American flavor to marinate some future steaks.

Being the Man

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Last night I was wrapping up dinner with the kiddos and Sarah came into the kitchen to inform us that Stan Musial had died.  The wonderful daughter was sad for a bit.  She knew that Stan was a great Cardinal.  The delightful son was sad since anyone dying is a sad event.  

Of course, the kiddos got over it quickly as dinner was cleared and they went on to wrestle each other in the living room.  My sadness lingered throughout the evening as I surfed the web looking at articles and tributes to The Man.  

As I walked to church this morning, I noticed the title of the sermon for today was “Living with Dying.”  And of course, the first thing Pastor talked about this morning was the death of Stan, and how even in death Stan provided an example for others to follow, dying at home surrounded by family and friends.  He even talked about how Stan Musial had affected his life, learning how to hit as an eight year old from a album entitled Stan the Man’s Hit Record

After church, I talked with a friend of mine about how we reacted to the news last night.  

All this for a man none of us had ever met.

I find it telling that so many are mourning a man who many today never saw play, and most never met.  It’s a testament to a life well lived.  As you search the web and look at all the tributes to Stan, the thing that is most telling today is that the focus of many articles is not his playing career, but his graciousness and decency.  In today’s world, graciousness and decency is seemingly so uncommon that it is deemed newsworthy.  

Graciousness and decency are certainly in short supply today.  What a contrast Stan Musial’s life provides during a week that saw Lance Armstrong DECIDE that he would publicly confess his years of deception and wrongful lawsuits in a self-serving spectacle hosted by Oprah Winfrey.  Essentlially entertainment, funded by ad revenue, Lance flippantly acknowledged he lied and ruined people’s lives in a selfish attempt to keep himself publicly relevant.  

Manti Te’o's touching story of overcoming hardship was exposed as a fraud this week as well.  Here’s what I found disturbing about his story.  The knot of lies surrounding this story is so large, I doubt it will ever be untangled.  I find it interesting that his university knew about this for about three weeks, hushed it up, and now this young man is letting a Christian institution of higher learning lie for him as well.  He too decided make his contrition public, in an attempt to maintain his status as a first round pick in the NFL draft.  

These guys have been in the public sphere for a short time, and will live the rest of their lives under a cloud of scandal.  

Stan Musial lived life in the public eye for 72 years and to my knowledge never had a TV special where he had to explain or justify his actions.  He led a life that is worthy of emulation, and upon his death, celebration.

With that said, here’s six thoughts on what made Stan “The Man”.

1.  He loved his woman well.  Stan and Lillian were married for 71 years.  71 YEARS!  The lovely wife and I have been married for 12, and in today’s modern world that is fairly impressive.  Lillian was his first and only love.  They got married out of high school and from all accounts, they had a strong and loving marriage.  Sadly, Lil (as she was known) passed away last May.  At the time, I commented to my lovely wife, that Stan would not live another year.  For providing an example of a strong marriage, Stan was the man.

2.  Stan was kind.  The stories of his kindness are numerous, but one I always enjoyed this one.  He bought a house for one of his old minor league coaches who had fallen on hard times later in his life.  The coach had housed Stan and Lil during his time in the minor leagues, and Stan repaid the favor later.  For his kindness, Stan was the man.

3.  Stan was a hard worker.  He continued working in his office into his late eighties, signing autographs and fulfilling other’s requests.  During his early years as a ballplayer, he spent his off-seasons working in a factory.  Finally, to be that successful at the major league level required a large amount of work to keep yourself in peak shape for 22 years.  For his work ethic, Stan was the man.

4.  Stan cared about kids.  He never smoked in public because he was afraid of the example it would set for kids.  He signed countless autographs through the years and one of the main charities he supported was Covenant House, an organization that provides services for homeless and at-risk youth.  For his concern for kids, Stan was the man.

5.  Stan believed in fair play.  He took a huge pay cut when he felt he didn’t live up to his contract late in his career.  He never got ejected from a game.  A national sportsmanship award is named in his honor.  For his demeanor on the playing field, Stan was the man.

6.  Stan was loyal.  Loyal to his wife, to his friends, to his team, to his city.  For his loyalty, Stan was the man.

All in all, The Man was a difficult nickname to live up to.  But, Stan deserved the nickname and all it stood for.  Thanks Stan for providing us with an example of a full life well lived.  

So, with the remainder of this year, I’m going to try to emulate Stan as best I can.  I’m going to love my wife, be kind, work hard, care for my students, treat others fairly, and exhibit loyalty to those around me.  

I doubt I’ll do it all the time, but it doesn’t hurt to try.  Have a great day everyone.

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