Desperate Times Call For ...

... desperate measures.

I had to leave behind my heavy, homemade steak burner 

...you know, the one from how we did supper 'round there in Texas 

But I found this little black round thing at a garage sale for real cheap, 

and set out to see if I had lost my touch.

I hadn't lost my touch.

But here is where the desperation comes in ... 

I've been craving "chinese" food.

SPICY "chinese" FOOD.

REAL SPICY.

The nearest "big town" is over 30 miles away, and

I don't have a car, and, well, their "spicy chinese" is not what I'm used to anyway.

At all.

So ... desperate times call for desperate measures.

I dang-near committed blasphemy 

for a craving.

I took a perfectly great medium-rare steak

... gasp! ...

and did THIS to it.

It was delicious, by the way ... melted in my mouth.

And then I went into the kitchen, and got out my electric skillet.

And a stick of real butter.

And my curry spices.

And I melted the butter.

And then I added two pints of water to it ...

the only reason it was a "pint" is because it was the nearest thing to me:

a pint-sized Mason jar.

And then I stirred it.

Brought it to a boil, and then let it simmer for an hour or so.

And then added my steak.

And turned the heat back up to thicken the sauce.

And chopped up some fresh veggies, and started steaming the rice, 

while the beef curry did its thing.

By this time, I am getting excited.

Would you take a look at that ... if only you could smell it, too.

It was absolutely wonderful.

And SPICY!!

My mouth hadn't had HEAT like this in ages.

The girls loved it ... yes, even the Little One.

A major hit.

Thought I'd share a little side-story about a Texas gal

who, while adventuring in the Missouri Ozarks,
took a perfectly burned steak, and transformed it into

Beef Curry.

Hope you enjoyed ... we are still smiling over here.

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