Not going to give a recipe, since i've never been good with them. But just what i've just had (because I was feeling extravagant, for reasons we won't go into here).
- sirloin steak
- bulgar wheat frumenty
- onions, chillis, artichoke hearts, mushrooms, okra, all sliced
- a bit of cheese-and-garlic flatbread because I had it left over
The third item cooked slowly for a while, plenty of oil, with some soy sauce and cumin and garlic. Then heated up more, and more oil, for the first item. Some chilli pesto smeared on the steak; also some apple balsamic, chilli-infused olive oil, ground pepper, and crumbled vintage cheddar and feta, and later some excess milk from the frumenty. Some new feta added when cooking was over. Served with red wine, and an interest piece from the chelsea flower show about the uses of grass in herbaceous borders, followed by some of the first X-Men film.
Conclusion: got the steak almost right. Flatbread went surprisingly well, didn't drown everything out, and portion size in the end was excessive, but not enough to spoil the meal. Needed more heat - hadn't used those chillis before, and could have used more of them (or left the seeds in?). Taste throughout, excellent.
Increasingly convinced that red wine is liquid contentment. Don't even particularly like the taste of it (generally have to have it with steak or lamb or the like, and very much more a merlot fan than shiraz or the like. Today was a cheap shiraz that I found that I should have drunk a couple of years ago), but... just... so... happiness-making! [No, it's not just alcohol that does that. Gin, for instance, I find induces cognition in small quantities, fading into melancholia in larger doses. Not something I'd drink if I were feeling down. But red wine, just contentment. And sleepiness...]
But the river tripped on her by and by, lapping
as though her heart was brook: Why, why, why! Weh, O weh
I'se so silly to be flowing but I no canna stay!