I am currently ruining Valentinte’s day dinner.
I did not do this for blog fodder, I swear. I was leafing through one of my soup cookbooks the other day looking for inspiration for Valentine’s day. Karen probably won’t get home that night until 8:30, so I was thinking about something light and then a dessert. Luckily Karen already found a dessert here.
I found this recipe in one of the cookbooks for “Medallions of beef with caramelized onions in a red wine broth.” It says the red wine broth can be made and frozen weeks in advance, which is good, because with three kids I don’t think I’ll be able to prepare a really involved dish that night. So I make the broth. It calls for three fifths of wine. Holy crap. Whatever, I go ahead and buy it, right? Right, but after browning the beef and the onions it says to add a little bit of wine and let it boil down and caramelize. Apparently this will cut through the bitterness of the wine. Or something.
I caramelized the wine. Oops, did I say caramelize? I meant I burned it. Badly. There was a layer of charcoal on the bottom of the pot so thick that was very hard to scrape off afterwards. So I finish making the broth. It says to season it to taste, but I’m not sure if it tastes burned or not. I strained it through two layers of cheesecloth, so the vast majority of sediment is gone, and I think that took most of the burned taste out of it.
So here’s my problem: I could give up and toss it down the drain and I know that there’s really no way to save a broth that’s been burned, but I’m kind of desperate to. There’s $40 worth of wine in this broth. My other thought is that I don’t want to be so emotionally attached to this broth that I also ruin $15 worth of beef.
Yes, I know I spent a lot of money on this meal, but I figured going out to eat would be equally as expensive, and we don’t have to pay a babysitter.
It’s all Karen’s fault for buying me the cookbook and for working late on Valentine’s day. Actually she came home before I had a chance to freeze the broth and she remarked how badly things were smelling in the house. Before she could turn around I had frozen it, and she’s convinced I dumped it, and that she’s deeply offended me.