Murcans
All of a sudden it's spring and we are Murcans, so the barbecue begged for local, pastured ribeye steak from Paradise Valley Beef - they come to our little farmer's market each Wednesday and, if you call in advance, will even bring the specific cuts you crave.
We bought all the rest of the ingredients at the farmer's market, too. Beautiful big artichokes at a good price. Freshly dug spuds with the dirt still clinging to them. Lemons to flavor the dipping sauce for the artichokes.
We grilled two steaks but they were too much even for our healthy appetites, so one went into the fridge for tomorrow's lunch - green salad topped with strips of lovely, pink beef. Scrubbed those spuds and baked them lightly oiled with evoo. Steamed the 'chokes. Easy, killer dinner with little cleanup.
Isn't it great to be a Murcan?
Labels: beef
11 Comments:
That steak looks so good! We grilled a similar dinner last night. Steak,taters and veg.
I think somebody needs to look up "merkin" in the dictionary!
I looked it up. Maybe you are a meatkin or a munchkin or something else entirely. :)
She's a Murcan. And she will not be raptured.
Rapturous applause for the yum!
Greg, it's unAmerican to do anything else at this time of year.
Cookiecrumb, OMG, who knew!
Jann, Oops! I never would have thought to use a dictionary for a phonetic spelling. My bad!
Cookiecrumb, Serves me right for not looking it up.
Nancy, sometimes the simplest things are the best, n'est-ce pas?
Plus, who knows? Maybe if people Google "merkin" I'll get more readers. :-D
Good shot!
Chilebrown, good dinner makes for good shots. All it needs is a nice red tomato to make it perfect.
Zoomie, Cookie is right!
Ms Mouse, about the definition or about not being raptured? :-)
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