So this evening I made a very tasty beef and ale stew topped with dumplings. Fresh tomatoes, onions, carrots, beef, a beer from Jason's personal Spec's kitchen cupboard, simmered all together for a few hours...then I got to grate really cold butter into some flour, mix it all up into a dough, and plop the little doughballs into the simmering pot of yummy-smelling beer meat.
This one's a keeper.
For everyone but Mattie, who is still sitting at the kitchen table refusing to eat. I hear lots of clattering, so she may have figured out that we were serious about not letting her up till she tried the lovely dinner I made.
So easy meal for sure, but I had actually never used a grater for butter before. The only thing besides cheese that I've ever grated is the nasty hard dead skin on my heels. Don't worry; I didn't use the same grater. That was my between-pedicure-fix for my nasty heels until the ingenious Ped Egg was invented. Those are graters, too, just packaged all cute and ergonomically designed to fit in your hand to make dead-heel-skin scraping much easier than trying to twist up like a pretzel when using a traditional cheese grater.
Mattie's all done with her dinner. Though I think supervision will be required the next time she's ordered not to leave the table until she's tried the evening's offering. All three dogs were licking their lips when I went in to inspect her progress. Mighty suspicious. And given my kid's propensity towards fibs, I'm not buying that she only fed the dogs the carrots.
Until next time, may your food be real and your heels not need to be grated.
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