It is no surprise that Sunday night didn’t quite go as planned, things rarely do when you plan so much with so little consideration for time.
The writing workshop was very good, I found it most amusing that much of the content centred around prioritising and making time for things.
After a stressful grocery shopping experience (Neither the big Coles or the IGA across the road had a chunk of streaky bacon! However am I to make a Julia Childs Boeuf Bourguignon without the right bacon!?) I realised that rather than cook the Boeuf Bourguignon later in the week as planned, the Rib Eye steak bought on special a few days prior had not been put in the freezer and thus the impatient meat must be cooked right away. For reasons that won’t make sense unless you follow a version of Amanda logic this meant that I had to cook two dinners on Sunday rather than one. (Our weekly Menu’s are planned based on the weeks activities, the Boeuf Bourguignon was to be made in advance for Wing Chun night when we don’t get home till 8pm, then of course there’s the fact that Boeuf Bourguignon takes so long to cook). So, Goodbye bath and knitting!
With the Julie/Julia story having swept the world, many will be aware that the Boeuf Bourguignon must stew for 3-4 hours. Not wanting to stay up, wake up in the middle of the night, or risk sleeping through as our Julie did I decided to cheat and after the initial preparation put the whole lot in the slow cooker on low for however long I was asleep for. Which was probably a lot longer than it should have been and definitely longer than 4 hours.
Nonetheless we awoke to a lovely Bourguignon aroma permeating the apartment.
Having never cooked or eaten Boeuf Bourguignon before I had no idea what to expect, I think it was good although it wasn’t quite right, we did improvise with the timing and a different kind of bacon, among other things. Anyway there’s plenty of it now!
Must dash to tend to tonight’s concoction, and asian wonton soup with lots of different kinds of mushrooms. Cloud Ear and the long skinny white ones I can’t remember the name of!
En gueta!
High tea with Maureen 