Today I decided to make Bifteck Saute au Beurre au Artichauts- steak you cook in a pan with butter, served with boiled artichokes. The steak, I merely seared in a skillet with butter, EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) and a pinch of cayenne pepper. Both butter and oil because not only did I not have beef suet, I had no clue what it even was. Then I just made a quick sauce out of the remaining beef juice, deglazing with Pinot Gris because I did not have Vermouth and one more heaping spoon of butter.
I chopped the stalks and the pointy tops off all the leaves of the artichokes with a pair of scissors before steaming them over boiling water.
This was the first time I have ever had an artichoke and more than liking them or disliking them, all I could think of was “I feel sorry for the first primitive bastard that thought to eat one of these”.
After taking a bite and being stunned momentarily, I whirled around seeking paper towel to remove the offensive tasting vegetable from my mouth. In my frenzy, my arm swung out hitting my precious box of chicken broth and like a pro-baseballer, that open box flew across the kitchen spewing all of its contents. Not only had I knocked the chicken broth outta the proverbial park, my beautiful steaks got up close and personal with my kitchen tiles.
After all of this, I still had the stupid artichoke in my mouth.
Artichoke: 1 Kededra: 0