In the past I had a love-hate relationship with sandwiches. As a kid, I thought they were the nastiest invention ever – especially the ones my mom made for lunch when she was running low on time. Those sandwiches were only sandwiches in the technical sense: two slices of white bread, mayo and a slice of baloney.
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The 48 hour short rib recipe comes with a little caveat: “this recipe is not a reasonable proposition for the home cook.” Well, just so you know, I’m the first person to admit that I’m hardly a reasonable person. If anything, I took Chang’s little warning as a challenge. I don’t have a vacuum sealer or a sous-vide machine (and I’m not going to get one anytime soon), but with a little extra help from Mike, these short ribs turned out fantastic.
Shepherd’s pie was my most favourite thing ever to eat when I was a kid. I know I say a lot of things are my favourite ever, but Shepherd’s pie really was. I first tasted shepherd’s pie at the Heritage Festival in Edmonton, where I grew up. The Heritage Festival was an outdoor showcase of multiculturalism with performances, crafts and most importantly, food.
There’s only one hanger steak per cow, making it tough to get your hands on one. Luckily for me, when I called my favourite butcher, they happened to have one in stock. When I got there I had a chat with the butcher about the increasingly popular cut of meat.
My parents are quirky and ironic: they don’t eat beef, but one of their favourite places for dinner is The Keg, a steakhouse. My dad will inevitably want to order the prime rib, because he thinks they’re pork ribs, but better, because they’re “prime.” We all laugh about it, but really, why do they chose The Keg when they don’t eat beef?