At my Kitchen Table: A "Simple" Dinner
In a little more than an hour, Miss G will arrive with her beau.
It's to be a simple dinner, but the rolls are rising, and about to go into the oven, where the potatoes are already roasting. A stick of butter has been chopped and frozen. Whatever for, do you think?
At three pounds, the hunk of cow straddles the fence between steak and rib roast. I'm terrified of overcooking it.
