Thank God it only happens once in a live time. It took me nearly 50 years of preparation to make this a half decent day. I now need 50 years of rest to recover from this epic day. Just a birthday I hear you say – not on your live! Let me explain:
The menu:
Pan seared rib roast, thin cut fries (chips for the uneducated in SA), mushroom and madeira sauce and a side salad of garden tomatoes with goats cheese and red onion.
Problem one: Need a skillet big enough for the rib. Yip, you’ve heard it correctly – BIG enough!!! As the saying go – a picture is worth – bla bla bla.
So – back to the skillet – luckily Ludlow is well know for its cooking and cook shops. So – forced (yes it was against my will – I had absolute no, but no other option to venture out and visit said cooking shops. The result:
This however was not the end. Because as the great white hunter (yes Dad I am talking about you) would point out – No meal is a meal without a good bottle of wine.
To show my undying loyalty to my country of birth I bought this Brilliant bottle of Chilean Shiraz.
But – I hear you ask what about the person who’s birthday this is? Well what about her? This is my blog, my steak, my skillet, my wine – what about her?
My preparation is not finished yet – well spotted – yes I am still missing flowers. Do not fear – here it is:
And after some minor rearrangement from this master interior designer and home decorator:
Ok – ok – stop crying. The birthday girl:
Back to what matter. The meal.
No – much more importantly – the CHEF:
Ruben eat your hart out.
Fast forward to the result of the endless hours behind a scourging hot oven – the feast.
On the table – being carved by a true artisan.
For your “old” folks struggling with your eye sight.
So – now all that is left is to contemplate and reminisce the last / first 50 years. And even the cats joined in:
So 5o years and counting. Here is to the next 50!!
I now need 50 years to recover from the 50 pounds of steak in my 50kg body
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