He-Man Fare

We've had this bad boy lurking in the freezer since an outing last fall when we stopped by the Marin Sun Farms store on the road between Point Reyes Station and Olema. Grass-fed Chateaubriand. Oh, yeah.

When My Beloved returns from a trip, I like to give him memorable meals to keep him coming back. I was raised on the adage that "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach" and in my experience, it's quite true.

It took an entire day just to thaw the monolith. When it finally reached room temperature, I threw some fingerling potatoes into the oven smeared with a little olive oil and sanded with some fleur de sel and, when the spuds were nearly ready, dropped the beef onto the hot grill just long enough to stripe it and turn the inside a dark, rosy pink the way MB likes it. (Actually, he prefers it still to have a blood pressure but marriage is all about compromise, right?). I made a little garlicky red wine reduction to pour over it by softening two garlic cloves in some butter, adding in about half a cup of red wine and reducing it by half by boiling it on top of the stove, then strained it through a fine sieve.

We ate some of this for dinner, growling and grunting, and still have enough for at least two more meals. Steak sandwiches on Super Bowl Sunday - how perfect is that? Go, Patriots!