Whenever I make something from the
Sacajawea Cookbook, I feel like I should be wearing buckskin and have either an axe or a long-bore rifle over my shoulder. It's all so
manly, dammit! (maybe because most recipes start with "
one pound of meat")
This is one of the best examples of that. Granted, I didn't have any dear handy, so I used beef, but that's ok. It even says so in the recipe.
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"start with one pound of beef," onion, oil, and bay leaves. I always tend to use more bay leaves than the recipe suggests, which is why I had to buy more of them today. |
As is my custom, when a stew or soup recipe calls for a large pot, I employ my Lodge Combo Cooker. It was just large enough, and adds to the manliness of anything you cook. I have to say "manly" a lot, because I mostly stay in the apartment and cook things, and I need to remind people that it's ok and perfectly masculine. By "people," I mean "me."
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There are also lots of veggies, which probably means it's healthy. |
When the beef is cooked, add all the veggies, broth, tomatoes. beans (also manly), and seasonings.
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You really can't fit much more in this pot. It would be too manly. |
The recipe suggested serving it with Sunny Corn Biscuits (same book), and I've never in my life turned down biscuits, so I worked up a batch of those, too. Fun fact: if you don't have a biscuit cutter, you can make one from a tuna can. Just punch a hole in the bottom to let air escape. I've had mine for years, and it makes HUGE biscuits, which is another benefit.
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I was excited to try these, but they were not as good as I had hoped. I blame the sub-par sunflower seeds, which were neither roasted, nor salted. |
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The Chief Taster's manly dinner, in her pretty little bowl. |
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