Some time ago our family was given
a very large roast beef. It is just fine at our house to accept all yummy, and
some not so yummy, foods regardless of the peculiar story associated with it.
So we have this enormous, precooked
roast beef slab, and we finally thawed it and decided to eat it. We did it on a
weekend with all the hungry mouths here, and that was a brilliant move on my
part.
Saturday: club sandwiches with pickle spears
Sunday: French dip
Monday: beef fajitas
Tuesday: roast beef on rolls with
melted cheese and dipped in ranch or BBQ sauce
Wednesday: French toast (we needed a break)
Thursday: my mom's birthday party so we had Mexican
food
Friday: BBQ beef sandwiches
After the dinner clean up, I was
done. I could not face another meal of roast beef! But, I couldn't waste all
this high quality meat. And then genius struck; my 10 year old says, I wish
that bag of meat was a bag of jerky.
Jerky! The holy grail of hungry
teens and preteen boys everywhere. I rushed to Google, and I called my dad for advice. He was especially proud in that moment.
And I put those left-left-way-left over roast beef strips in my oven and turned
it down to 170, and after roughly 3 1/2 to 4 hours, I did indeed have
jerky.
I am the hero of the day for
creating the ultimate man food. I didn't have to throw it away and I didn't
have to invent another meal that included roast beef slices.
