Tuesday, May 5, 2009

She's Throwing A Dinner Party, Bless Her Heart

Did you ever hear a Southerner say, "Bless her heart"? That's a phrase which will negate, or at least soften, any unkind remark that one may make: "Bless her heart, she dresses like a bag lady." "Bless his heart, he's as homely as a mud fence." "He doesn't have the sense God gave a piss ant, bless his heart." The phrase is also used to express other things as well, such as sympathy: "I heard she was sick, bless her heart." Southern is a language all its own.

Richard and I had a small dinner party this weekend. This is the cork from a bottle of wine. It took us a few minutes to figure out what it was about. It's about this:

Let me know if you don't get it.

Last year, Richard and I went in with three other people and bought a quarter of a grass-fed steer from a man in Hahira, GA. When we got together to divvy up the meat, there was one pot roast, one package of beef tips, and one brisket. We all decided that whoever got those items would throw a dinner party and invite the others. Julie got the roast and Patty got the beef tips. We got the brisket.

For appetizers, Richard made some stuffed criminis:

To accompany the brisket, we had Ranch potatoes (here they are ready to go in the pan to roast):

Ranch potatoes are just potato wedges covered in olive oil and Ranch dressing mix and baked in the oven until tender. No recipe needed.

I made some Mexican corn. This is corn, zucchini, red bell pepper, green onion, jalapeno, salsa, and cilantro, cooked in butter.
Here's the "buffet":
Those are dried cherries on the brisket with the sauce.

For dessert, we had creme brulee:

Richard used brown sugar on the top. Need I say more?

1 comment:

Theresa said...

I lOVE that cork!! Someone must have been testing the wine when they came up with that one! The food looks fantastic. No, really. I think I may need to hit Conger in a minute.