T has been very busy this week clearing brush… lots of salmonberry and blackberry bushes that are up to eight feet tall, some a lot more than that. With all the rain we get I am surprised they are not longer! T says he wants to take back a couple of feet of ground around the entire yard… a real revelation to me because I know about his aversion to mowing the lawn! Then in talk I find out he is thinking about buying a riding lawn mower. Now… It is starting to make a little more sense to me.
He has put in long days with his machete and loppers. Says once he gets it all down and cleaned up the mower will do the rest. I can tell that it has been hard work… he is moving a little slower in the evening and sleeping really well at night.
I asked him what he wanted for dinner and his reply was something manly, a hardy meal… but quick and easy. (I knew the reasoning behind this… I have been making lots of salads and light soups of late because we have been eating such heavy meals.) That sounds good but what? I remembered the last of the left over brisket (I was thinking about making a hominy soup with it… next time) in the freezer and decided to make poor boys. He loves poor boys ever since he was introduced to them in New Orleans a few years ago.
Once I had the brisket thawed out I put it in the steam basket to heat. I like doing this way because there is always some of the leftover grease that clings to the beef and the steam removes most of it in the heating process. And two… it leaves it so moist!
I sliced and grilled several onions to top the brisket and while cooking I mixed together some mustard and horseradish for a nice topping with bite.
I had the baguette nicely toasted in the broiler and then put the brisket on, then piled on lots of grilled onions and added the cheddar cheese and put the whole thing back into the broiler for a few minutes. Watch it carefully… now spread on some of the mustard-horseradish mix and the poor boy is ready to eat.
T ate almost the whole thing by himself, I had about a two-inch strip and we had side salads… I have to say the poor boy was really good. He was happy with the ‘quick-manly-hardy meal,’ which was all that mattered….