Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Cast Iron rib eye steak. Don’t ask for leftovers.

Well hello hello everyone!

Been getting your fair share of watching the Olympics? I watch a bit more on the weekends since more of the coverage is actually live. That shit they do with the weeknight primetime is fucking horrible. Unless you are on full balls out radio silence, some media source out there just can’t fucking WAIT to tell you the live results before you get to watch the events.

Plus I have no additional reasons to watch the Cubs play the rest of this season after they dumped every goddamn player that I care about.

FUCK rebuilding.

Still not 100% sure this Olympics finishes anyway.

I was actually beginning to see an end to this whole pandemic hootenanny and was feeling pretty good about life for a bit but then our old friend “crippling anxiety” decided it hadn’t had near enough of its day in court. That fucker has returned with a quickness and just when we thought we had said farewell to its miserable ass for good.

Covid cases rising, unvaccinated motherfuckers running rampant, ER beds getting filled up again.

Fuck.

That trip to Denver at the end of August is not sounding quite as fun as it did prior to this most recent wave of death. As of now everything is still a go but did I mention it involves a round trip plane flight?

Yeah.

Playing this shit one day at a time again.

 

Just like during the darkest most uncertain days of the pandemic we will once again turn to our real dear friend for comfort.

Food.

And drinks of course.

I’ve got a real simple and extremely delicious menu today.

This shit came about because I really just wanted a goddamn steak.

You ever get that?

Where you can go weeks or even months without a certain food then suddenly your body basically fucking dictates to you what you are going to eat?

My brain said steak and you can bet your ass I obeyed.

Twist my goddamn arm why don’tcha.

Thought we would try something a bit different today.

I wanted to do this as more of a pictorial rather than the more wordy traditional Sunday Gravy format. Also, some of these photos are sexy as fuck so why not show them off?

Shit is easy as can be today but with a step up in sophistication.

Steak. Baked potato. Side salad.

But! With a super delicious and simple to prepare pan sauce.

Take my fucking hand man.

Away we go!

 

We begin with the humble potato. Baked potato to be clear.

Unlike the traditional “wrap in foil and bake in oven” baked potato prep as brother Taj prefers, I like mine a little different.

Start by jabbing a few fork holes in the potato then lube it up with olive oil.

Then we add some kosher salt liberally applied and place it directly on the oven rack in a 350 degree pre-heated oven to cook.

You know the drill. An hour to an hour and 15 minutes for perfect baked potato fluffiness.

Time to gather our proteins.

Please take note of the sticker on this bad boy.

[gulp]

That’s one (1) goddamn steak right there. It IS rib eye but still. Sixteen bucks a fucking pound.

Dude.

Since I’m the steak guy I tried to be accommodating to brother DJ TAJ.

A couple of thin sliced, bone-in pork chops.

The prep we are using today is as magnificent as it is simple.

This is a simple and very quick dish to make and the cast iron skillet is THE preferred vessel to deliver the goodness.

Let’s get after the prep business while the potatoes are baking.

Procure one of these.

The humble shallot. Time to practice your knife skills.

Do the same to a couple of cloves of garlic.

Since a pan sauce is on the agenda, go ahead and grab a really nice bottle of red.

We’ve featured this wine before. That’s a lovely cabernet sauvignon from “Substance” vineyards in the Columbia Valley area of Washington State.

The sauce is already going to be pretty intense so I’ll cut the vino in half with some water. Quarter cup of each today.

Those potatoes should be ready. Take them out and for Christs sake turn off that oven. It’s fucking hot out there.

Thought we could gussy up the sauce a bit by adding in some choice mushrooms.

If you can’t read the label this is a mix of crimini, shiitake and oyster mushrooms.

We begin by getting the skillet on a medium/high flame and adding some canola oil.

Very simple prep for our proteins. Just salt and pepper and a quick sear on each side. Our sauce will more than make up the flavor difference.

To show you the extent to the “boldness” of our sauce flavors I present two very good reasons for said boldness.

We’ll use 1-2 tablespoons of each for the sauce.

We’ve even got an herbal element to add to the boldness.

Boldness intensifies!

Time to get to work.

Pork chops go first.

These are obviously thin cut so they’ll cook fast.

Give them a turn.

Remove from the pan, cover with some foil and let rest.

Now for the main event.

Oh yeah. Now we’re talking. I’ll show you why we did the ribeye last in just a bit.

Time to season up. Just salt and pepper again but don’t be shy with that shit. Get right after it.

You know what happens next.

Five to 6 minutes per side and flip.

Holy hell. Look at that!

Sear the sides too. Simply use a pair of tongs and sear on the edges of the steak.

When the steak has been seared, cover it up with some foil to rest and let the juices settle.

Here’s why we did the steak last.

See all of that brown loveliness? That’s called “fond” and that will be the basis, the bones if you will, of our pan sauce.

Go ahead and blot out the excess oil with a paper towel.

Not the sexiest photo ever but I still have yet to develop a third hand.

The pan sauce builds quickly.

We begin by adding the minced shallot and 4 springs of the fresh thyme to the pan along with the first 2 tablespoons of butter.

There will be an additional butter application in a moment.

Scrape up all of that fond as the shallots sauté.

The mushrooms are next to the party.

Just a minute or two to cook out some of the water from the mushrooms.

Next, the garlic, red wine, dijon and Worcestershire jump in.

Let simmer a bit to thicken and reduce down.

For a nice silky sheen we finish the sauce with 2 more tablespoons of butter.

We will now slice our rested steak and give you a quick look at what a perfect medium rare doneness should look like.

There it is.

Feel free to torture yourselves by enlarging that photo.

Plate the steak and drizzle some of the pan sauce over the top.

A close up please.

How about we set a plate up for dinner?

Yet another angle.

We have some of that leftover cabernet still on hand don’t we?

Pour a glass or 2 or three of that shit up too.

That’s a mixed green salad that had a “Chinese chicken” style dressing.

Let your imagination run wild.

The steak is a study in perfection. The medium rare element leaves it juicy, tender, succulent and filled with the iron-ey goodness that only a good steak can deliver. The sauce is bold, intense if you will and redolent of the red wine and dijon. That fresh thyme is a full time player in the sauce as well. Just make sure you remove the sticks of the thyme prior to chomping down.

For decades and decades I cooked my steaks outside on the grill. Charcoal grill that is but I think those days are a thing of the past.

This fucking shit is legendary.

I would charge $79.99 for this plate and extra for the wine.

Well? What are you lying around for? Get up and get your ass busy!

You’ve got a steak to prepare!

Hope you like the pictorial style of Sunday Gravy. I forget the exact count but I think I took close to 80 total photos while making this. As a rule of thumb I take 2-3 shots of each image and narrow the images down to the better of the photos. 

The entire Sunday Gravy process isn’t just the cooking and the writing, the photo element is time consuming too. Plus you’ve got your shopping, your planning, the research.

It’s work. A lot of work.

But I do it for you folks.

Because gosh darnit, you’re worth it.

 

Keep soldiering through the Summer folks.

Training camps are in session and the NFL season draws nigh.

See you next week.

 

Be safe.

Be Well.

PEACE!

 

 

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[…] Cast Iron seared ribeye with simple pan sauce. […]

scotchnaut

“‘Hmmm. Lesbian pulp explosion? Seems interesting. Can I get that with a side of ranch dip?”

-A. Reid

Dunstan

I saw Lesbian Pulp Explosion play Lillith Fair once, they were great.

Brick Meathook

I think yeah right will appreciate this.

My kitchen. All that weaponry except for one is professional grade purchased from Surfas in Culver City

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Here’s the one. An 8-inch cast iron skillet I bought on eBay. Pre 1920s, possibly pre 1910s. The iron is hematite, most likely from Pennsylvania. And this thing ain’t a wall decoration, I cook steaks with it and it is a champ.

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scotchnaut

“Pommel Horse? Where’s the gray horse?”

-Gumbygirl, watching men’s gymnastics

scotchnaut

NBC’s coverage of the men’s high jump and the women’s long jump is a fucking joke. It reminds me of the way they covered March Madness way back in the day when they had the rights. Does anyone recall that time when you’d see 2/3 games on both Sat/Sun and that was about it?

Horatio Cornblower

Just came back from Treehouse. They finally reopened for pours, so we hung around and had some.

A case of beer there will set you back $95-$120+ depending on what you get. And it never ceases to amaze me the number of people that wheel two dolly carts, stacked with 4-5 cases on each. That’s either a serious drinking problem, a serious neighborhood shopping list, or a neighborhood with a serious drinking problem.

King Hippo

My reward for today’s good behavioUr (I even did my work shit!) was betting $20 on a 4th goal in the testy Toluca-Tigres Mexi-match. Paid off 8 to 1 WOO!!

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

blaxabbath

Oh snap

litre_cola

Took wee man to the hardware store. You would think I brought him to Disney world he was so jacked. Then went to the Meximarket and that kid has taken to tamarind snaxx THANKS BALLS>

herodotus450

We was just discussing the finer points of tamarinds down there V
WEIRD

litre_cola

I noticed after I posted my comment! Ha. I have never seen one in the wild either.

Gumbygirl

Looks like dried poop

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ballsofsteelandfury

WhooHoo!

Gumbygirl

Meatmeatmeatymeat! I quit eating red meat for about 15 years, but eventually my body came to it’s senses and demanded it. My pan sauce is very similar to yours, except I put in a little Better than Boullion instead of Woostah sauce. Mostly because, fuck Boston. And yes, I realize they don’t have anything to do with each other. Or do they?
Anyhoo…

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Dunstan

I’m mostly a salt-and-pepper purist when it comes to steak, but once in a while a sauce or other condiment is nice. This kind of sauce is a classic that compliments the meat. I occasionally like a green peppercorn sauce, or some chimichurri, too.

Gumbygirl

Bourgignon baybee!

Gumbygirl

I thought that looked funny. Bourguignon. Also looks weird.

Fronkenshteen

Did Taj use the sauce on the pork chops? Next time rib-eye or NY strip go on sale, I’m making this sauce. Hope I can find that mustard, or “mustid”, as my people say, in our little one horse town.

Just want to thank you for all the work that goes into these. I’m constantly scouring the archives when I’m planning the week’s meals, which is now🤓.

One of the many reasons I love your recipes is that there aren’t ads flashing and hopping all over the (goddamn) screen causing my tablet to be in a constant state of reloading. Here, I can take my time, enjoy the prose, study the photos and get fucking inspired. I guess Our Internet Dad is to thank for this, and it is MIGHTILY appreciated on this end.

blaxabbath

Your town needs a phonic lesson.

blaxabbath

Dead ass right about the ads. I had a recipe open the other day that I could only see about 3 lines at a time because of a flood of ads, auto-play/move videos, and these cookie displays

blaxabbath

I found where you can go to jump to recipe then like print view and you get to see just the important info (maybe I heard this here) but thag only lasts til your phone goes black and then the page reloads back to its original the-internet-on-futurama self.

DJ TAJ

I did, but I was drunk as piss and vomited out of my nose which gave the whole memory a bit of a dash, if you will.

TheRevanchist

The Friday evening post should be dedicated to the Canadian women’s beach volleyball team. They are nice to see, like a plate of lemon scones.

Rikki-Tikki-Deadly

They are the sexiest volleyball pair I’ve seen so far. If that makes me a traitor, then you can go ahead and call me Kevin McCarthy!

King Hippo

Today, I postponed #FirstPill until after NOON, for fuck’s sake. Waiting on that Presidential Medal of Freedom, Diamond Joe…

blaxabbath

Buy a Hunter Biden laptop oil painting and you’ll get the Medal of Honor!

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herodotus450

Accidentally-on-purpose bought whole tamarinds instead of tamarind paste. NOT WORTH IT SO FAR.

Gumbygirl

I wouldn’t recognize a tamarind in the wild if a monkey flung one at me. Are they vicious, like pomegranates? Fuck those things.

herodotus450

They’re kinda like dates, but with a hard outer shell and sticks and fibers on the inside .

DJ TAJ

See Gumby was right, fuck those things

scotchnaut

Canuck Announcer: “Dr. Harold Shipman was a prolific serial killer. Imagine if Wayne Gretzky preferred the taste of human blood instead of scoring goals and you’d have some idea as to the number of lives Shipman ended!”

blaxabbath

That’s hilarious. “Imagine the body count if this guy had an Aaron Hernadez-like thirst for blood and getting banged in the ass…” would make for some great debates about which shooters are truly ‘stone cold assassins’.

King Hippo

Coach Zimmer has been raining almighty fury about Cap’n Dingleberry and his mah fReeDum! pals

blaxabbath

So when blaxito turned 3, as agreed with the Mrs, I reevaluated my position on the stupid vaccine. I still think it’s stupid but the nurse wife pretty much had the leverage on me that I had to get the shot. Not happy about it. Not excited about it. But it’s done.

Point is, Walgreens gave me the card then I had to wait like ten minutes for the shit. Why don’t these guys just get the card and not the shot and move on? It doesn’t matter if you actually get the shot. Just do the bare minimum and move on.

King Hippo

Aside from Gumbygirl, I think it’s a safe rule of thumb for any Glorious Commentist Party Member – whenever your spouse strenuously objects to your behavioUr and/or decisionmaking, just assume you are wrong.

blaxabbath

Yeah she’s right. And what makes her right is she always gives me just enough rope to hang myself. And, like the good spouse I am, I never fail to slip that noose over my neck and execute a Shoulda-Been-Mike-Pence.

Gumbygirl

Damn right.

Doktor Zymm

Ol Capt Dingle is another not-exactly-surprising holdout, although in general I feel it is extra weird for QBs to refuse, since they are used to having an O-line protecting them you think they would understand the concept of an immunity O-line

Doktor Zymm

I have not had a steak for ages, this looks amazing! I’m also thinking of those tomato and blue cheese salads they have in some steakhouses, yum

blaxabbath

Real waste of a good steak there considering the tears of Cubs fans will overwhelm just about any other flavor in the plate,.

King Hippo

Blax, wud u liek 2 b an honoUrary #BFIB supporter?

blaxabbath

God no. I’d have to go kick my own ass.

DJ TAJ

Fuck that baseball team on the North side of Chicago, God Damn Disgrace.

BrettFavresColonoscopy

If you do end up coming to Denver at the end of the month, lmk

BrettFavresColonoscopy

Wynkoop is fine but there are better breweries down there. Try Grandma’s House for kitsch factor and then let’s make snow pick another option.

scotchnaut

Canadian Announcer: “Andre De Grasse ran faster than Connor McDavid can skate! Think about that!”

/always with the fucking hockey, eh?

blaxabbath

“Alouways.”

– Severous Snape, Montreal

Col. Duke LaCross

Hungarian Grand Prix bananacakes level: HIGH.

scotchnaut

/Athlete sets world record on last attempt to win gold

Announcers: “Imagine what they could do if they had good technique!”

Me: “Okay then.”

herodotus450

Everybody knows the back-first high jump method RUINED the sport back in aught-six.

Don T

The most I’ve spent for steak was $25 per pound, some dry aged sirloin from a fancy butcher. Was unimpressed; should’ve marinated it to spite the “Just put salt in it nothing more!” counter guy.

BugEyedBoo

If you have brothers you have stupid brother stories. My brother and I were going to have grilled steaks at my house, and he was always bragging about how great the meat was from this butcher on his side of town. So he shows up and drags this ziploc bag out of a cooler. In the bag were these inch, inch-and-a-half thick strip steaks that had been marinating in his homemade marinade for about a day. His homemade marinade looked and smelled like those chemistry experiments you did when you were a kid and mixed everything together that was under the kitchen sink. Worcestershire sauce, Italian dressing, Windex, whatever he had handy. Those steaks were gray. A culinary crime. Grilling didn’t save them; they had zero flavor and eating them was like eating a Converse All-Star.

King Hippo

The story I told at my little brother’s wedding (I coached him in youth baseball) surrounded the day our 2 catchers were both on vacation. Matt was catcher #3 (and I regret not strenuously recommending that he commit to it full-time – he hit enough for high school catcher, and didn’t have the “old man/bad body” syndrome of likely competition at the position).

So, he moved from RF to behind the plate. In the first inning, a batter caught his left hand on the backswing. Matt told me between innings “You have to promise not to tell Dad. Because I think I broke my hand.” Because I was a teenage boy with a teenager’s misguided sense of masculinity, I agreed. When nobody was on base, he mostly just blocked the ball in front of him, but he painfully squeezed every pitch into his mitt otherwise.

Except when one runner decided to test him on the basepaths, when he leaped on the loose ball and gunned him out at 2B.

Because we really didn’t have a 4th catcher. I thought this was a good harbinger that he’d be a dependble husband and father. But the whole reception mostly just looked at me like I was insane.

/and the hand was only (badly) bruised, after all

scotchnaut

The high jump final is bananacakes-everyone equaling or besting their personal bests.

Don T

O
My
GAWD
that looks tastee.

ballsofsteelandfury

When did we start Sexy Sunday?