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I bought a roast on the weekend with the purpose of making beef stew. I was looking for an excuse to use the slow cooker. We found this one at Coopers for seven dollars. There are a couple of great butchers in the area, but with gas prices being in the $1.40 range, it’s hard to justify travelling all over the city. This, apparently, is a sirloin tip oven roast. A name like that screams “chop me up for stew!”

Sirloin tip oven roast

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So last week, we were all laid off. By all of us, I mean Dave, Chris, Kristy, and myself. Now, Dave and Chris were given positions immediately. I’ve submitted a resume for a chance to go overseas, but in the meantime, I’m finding ways to amuse myself. One of these amusements is cream of potato soup. This is a top five favourite dish of mine. When I went to Germany in 1999, it was one of the few things I ordered when eating out, since I could actually figure it out on the menu (I knew the fish too, but that’s another story).

Anyway! While washing clothes this afternoon, I decided that I would like mashed potatoes for lunch. Then I got to thinking that within two hours of lunch, Dave would be home. And Dave would want to cook dinner. So why don’t I boil up a lot of potatoes, mash some of them, and turn the rest into cream of potato soup? We have milk, we have chicken broth, we have a billion pounds of potatoes, what could go wrong?

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So I haven’t posted in two weeks and for that I sincerely apologize! I have failed all of you, and will try to make it up to you with my witty witticisms and… something. You’ll also notice that rosti is sometimes spelled here with an umlaut, and sometimes not. The reason for this is I am lazy. Screw you.

Anyways, the sad part here is that I haven’t done a huge amount of proper cooking in the past while anyways, and so not only is the post two weeks late, but it’s also a two week old meal. It was a pretty good one, though!

The day was Sunday, December 2nd. It was a different, simple time for us. We were but young and innocent. Tracy’s father and mother had been invited out to a delicious dinner, with Tracy’s father promising to fix a couple of our light fixtures. As our place is a rancid shithole, the light fixtures were a welcome addition, and it gave me an excuse to try and prepare something proper in our kitchen.

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Alright, so we had to get some furniture moved from Tracy’s parents’ house to our place. A co-worker and friend, simply known as Joe offered some help, so we took him up on it. His reward? Some beer and a dinner cooked by yours truly. I had casually asked Joe what his favorite meat was (Joe being a meat-eating sort of guy), and he responded prime rib. Sure thing, I always wanted to cook a prime rib and we have more disposable income than we’re used to. So here’s the plan, according to Joe’s ideal meal:

Whipped garlic mashed potatoes.
Broccoli with a cheese sauce.
Roasted prime rib.

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