It’s Saturday and that means running around after the children. This morning we took Alfie to his rugby game and watched him be defeated again. That’s seven losses and no wins this season and the margin of defeat seems to be widening. We parents stand on the side-line hoping to be put out of our misery with an early blow of the whistle and try not to look at the parents of the winning team because they are on a high and visibly gloating.
The good thing is, Alfie is quite oblivious to his losing streak and enthusiastically turns up each week and does his thing until the whistle blows and any sting of defeat is quickly forgotten by handing him a few dollars to spend at the canteen where he returns with a can of soft drink (only allowed on rugby days) and a few lollies. He thinks rugby is fantastic.
Tonight Archie has his first professional, paid gig. He’s formed a band with a girl who plays the double bass while he plays guitar, harmonica and a beat-box, and they will perform a 20-minute set at 8pm tonight at the Piano Bar in Kings Cross. So Carl and I are heading in there to be supportive parents and to swell the numbers because for every person who goes through the turnstiles, Archie will be paid a few coins. I’ll probably have to go in and out a few times just to make this event lucrative for him.
Of course this morning he told me he needed another lead. How could that be possible? I can’t get into his room for all the cords and leads and wires and cables. So it was off to the music store to buy the new lead with yet another promise of, ‘And I’ll pay you back, mum’ but for the sake of my own sanity I’ve mentally kissed that money goodbye. Just before he left the house for his sound-check and final rehearsal he realised his harmonica was broken. Panic erupted. It was back to that music store again for a replacement. And he gave me that look like he does when he’s cashed out and I knew what he was about to say so I said, ‘ Think of my sanity. Say nothing so you don’t say things that won’t come true. I don’t want to be told you will pay me back’.
He’s now in rehearsal and going from there to the venue for a sound check. I won’t see him until tonight. It’s just occurred to me that he left the house without me checking what he’ll be wearing on stage. I know he didn’t iron anything or polish shoes and did he shower?
The recipe I’ve chosen to share with you comes from a blogger I’ve grown to love and admire. He is John from the blog, From the Bartolini Kitchens. John was born and raised and still lives in Chicago but his heritage is Italian. He grew up in a home not only nurtured with love but filled with great cooks, his mother and his mother’s sister. On his blog John shares stories of his childhood and his family’s ‘secret’ recipes and how these recipes became part of his family’s ‘unwritten cookbook’.
A recipe he posted recently was these short ribs. They looked so good, not only to me but also to other bloggers and since John’s post Eva from Kitchen Inspirations over in Canada has cooked them and highly recommended the recipe.
I had friends for dinner and served these beef short ribs. We sat around the table enjoying them and the only thing we talked about during the entire meal was how good they were. The ribs cook for three hours so the meat falls off the bone and they cook in a sauce containing red wine and balsamic vinegar and a few other things that you later strain and reduce and serve on the ribs. I served the ribs on a bed of wet polenta cooked in chicken stock with some butter and some steamed green beans on the side. John makes a horseradish cream to go with the ribs but served the ribs without the cream. The ribs seemed fine without it.
This is not a light dish! We were very full with just one rib each and I’m sure this is also not a low-calorie meal. But, when special friends come for dinner why not indulge a little!
It’s a testament to a good recipe if those who enjoy it wake up thinking about it.
John’s recipe can be found here. Do give these a try. They are the perfect comfort food for the cooler nights we are now experiencing.
And now I had better slip into some supportive-parent attire and head into Kings Cross to watch Archie and his friend perform at The Piano Bar.
Enjoy your weekend!
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