Wine is bottled poetry.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
It started off like a lyrical poem… a bath of red wine, lightly smashed garlic, rosemary (I used dried instead of fresh, to help lower this week’s grocery bills!). It smelled like – hmm, I don’t know, romance? Music? Something wonderful, anyway… I slipped the beef rump steak pieces in to marinade for awhile.
Recipe from Tessa Kiros’ “Falling Cloudberries”:
#37 Prego Rolls – Page 232
This was relatively easy to cook, and I served it with a salad, lemon wedge and a little chilli oil (see previous post for the latter).
Sadly… the chilli oil was not well-bodied (being given too little time to mature), the bread became a soft gluten-ey wine-soaked rag, the beef was too rare and had to be re-cooked, etc… oh what would I do without kind flatmates to make it better (and smilingly eat my cooking even when it’s terrible)!
Sigh! It was a fun experience cooking it nevertheless.
Even though I will probably not try making this again anytime soon.
Perfect for the next Wellington Storm :)