Too oily to tell is my watchword, but hey, I'm blogging as I cook. But Brigitte seems to be of the opinion the the meat is just a fucked piece of meat. That happens. We're blasting the hell out of it at 500 degrees but apparently it just doesn't seem to be softening, and it's been 4 hours.
Now doing the mushroom sauce . . . at least that's my specialty. A few shiitakes, a few buttons, some garlic butter, a little white wine, some pan juices (hey, remember that, my earnest band of pupils?) maybe some flour and lots of butter and we have >FUCKING LIFTOFF> Houston.
Capiche?
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