The Stew Maestro

It’s a well known fact that if you want a good meal in our house, Shaun has to be the one to prepare it.  (Although Mimi has a lot of potential)  Unfortunately for my children, I’m the one who prepares most of our food.  So it is a real treat when Daddy cooks  us something wonderful.  Well, except for one dish…Shaun makes really horrible beef stew.  It took me years, but I finally got up the nerve to tell him that we didn’t like it a month or so ago.  (He’s so very proud of it and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.  I also didn’t want to have to eat or secretly “fix” any more of it!) Since then, he has been making stew more often in an effort to prove to me that he is indeed, the Stew Maestro.  (His words, not mine)

Yesterday he called me from work and asked me to start simmering his stew again…adding in that he would never forgive me if I burned it.  (I’m very, very good at burning food)  When I mentioned the fact that he had already simmered it for hours and the veggies were falling apart, he was aghast that I would question his culinary skills.  He’d had stew like that at an Irish Pub once and was trying to duplicate it. Sigh…knowing that there was no reasoning with the only connoisseur of Irish Cuisine in the world, I gave in and simmered his huge pot of stew.  I nearly wept as I watched the lovely veggies deteriorate to mush. 

When Shaun got home he nearly swooned at the aroma of his creation.  (It did smell wonderful) He did some last minute adjustments to the seasonings and an hour or so later served us a…um…delightful meal. 

Anyone want some really yummy Irish Stew?  It was prepared by a true Stew Maestro and there’s plenty left over…

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