Real food, gluten-free meals, and eclectic music!
Created using an assortment of recipes from Epicurious.com
Although it is spring here in Georgia, we’ve had some cool, damp weather this week which led me in a retreat to a hearty, stick-to-your-bones dish (so to speak). There’s not much more warming to the soul than a bowl of braised meat served over creamy, mashed vegetables. For the meat, Whole Foods had these gorgeous, local, grass-fed beef ribs. For the vegetable, I used my mashed cauliflower recipe, except instead of Parmesan, I substituted a raw cheddar cheese from Wellness Meats – also from grass-fed cows. To top off the grass-fed trilogy, several tablespoons of Kerrygold Irish butter were liberally added to the cauliflower. We certainly got our quota of omega-3 fatty acids from this meal!
A note about this butter – it is exceptional! I have been using good organic butter, but I think I had forgotten what butter is supposed to taste like. Sweet, rich, velvety…oh my. It is made only from milk produced during the summer months from cows grazing the rolling green, green pastures of Ireland. As you might expect, the creamy deliciousness of this butter doesn’t come cheap, so use it where you can taste it best!
This seemed like the yummiest meal ever! I don’t know if it was the high quality of the ingredients or our post-7 p.m. appetites (having wallowed in the aroma of the braise for 3 hours), but man, it was worth waiting for!
Those ribs were really, really tasty…and we’re about to have the leftovers, so I’ll be quick! During the “white boy blues” craze of the mid ’60s, titans battled- Clapton with Mayall, Bloomfield with Butterfield, but one guy has always been my favorite- and B.B. Kings too- Peter Green with the original Fleetwood Mac. The most soulful guitar you’ll ever hear, and great songwriting (Black Magic Woman, Oh Well and Rattlesnake Shake to name but a few) and vocals from an era of the band you’ve probably never tried. Really, this Mac is nothing at all like the later pop…crap, so don’t be afraid. Just get a copy of Man of the World: Anthology 1968-1988 and cue up “Long Grey Mare” and hear for yourself.
Now… where are those short ribs!