Monday, 26 May 2014

Tuesday Recipe - Beef and honey stew

Beef and Honey Stew

I am not usually a fan of sweet and sour style food but when this was described as 'comfort food' I felt that I had to give it a go. In fact it is delicious but I did deviate slightly from the recipe that is produced in full on the TAB above.
As a rule I fry off my onions with a couple of cloves of garlic which were crushed and chopped. I also added a tablespoon of tomato puree which gives a slightly Italian flavour. If you stick to the recipe I'm sure you will enjoy the flavour.
On this occasion I served the stew with Yorkshire pudding but it could also be served with mashed potato.

I received the following today. It made me smile wistfully.

(Under the age of 40? You won't understand.)

 My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread butter on bread on the  same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem  to get food poisoning..

 Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag,  not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.. coli

 Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake or at the beach instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

 We all took PE .... and risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop sandshoes instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors that cost as much as a small car. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

 We got the cane for doing something wrong at school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honour &  respect those older than us.

 We had 30+ kids in our class and we all learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically  correct letter......., FUNNY THAT!!

 We all said prayers in school and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

We also learnt our times table by reciting them every day.

 I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was  allowed to be proud of myself.

 I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station,  Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. We weren't!!

 Oh yeah ... and where was the antibiotics and sterilisation kit when I  got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

 We played "King of the Hill" on piles of gravel left on vacant building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled out the 2/6d bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked.

 Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of antibiotics and then mum calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for  leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

 To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.
 How could we possibly have known that?

 We never needed to get into group therapy and/or anger management classes.

 We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!   How did we ever survive?

God Bless