Creamed Beef on Toast

This is such a weird bit of food. My mom used to make this every so often for my dad. My sister and I were just along for the ride. I don’t think I’ve had it in 25 years or more, but it still brings to mind a great childhood food memory.

This is truly poor people food – you know stretch that beef as far as it can go. The story goes, in my family anyway, was that my dad got this to eat when he was in the Air Force. I wonder, but …. who is to say? Then I saw Trisha Yearwood make it – and it was her dad’s favorite too. Our food histories are really just too similar. Again, Southern, rural food. It’s always a good thing.

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1 pound ground sirloin
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 1/2 cups milk, more as needed, but it wasn’t
1 1/2 tsp salt
1 /2 tsp freshly ground black pepper
4 white bread slices, toasted

Saute the beef in a large skillet over medium heat, breaking it up and cooking until it is no longer pink. You can drain off the excess fat, but I didn’t because the sirloin was lean enough. Sprinkle the meat with the flour and stir over medium heat until the flour has coated the beef and cooked slightly. Stir in the milk a little at a time – kind of like you do with a roux to make macaroni and cheese. and continue to cook until the mixture becomes smooth and thickens to what you would like. Add the salt and pepper. Serve over toast. Freshly ground black pepper really makes it.

Source: My mom’s non-recipe recipe with encouragement from Trisha Yearwood. Both my mom and Trisha make this exactly the same, with one exception. We never, um, ever, put butter on it. But then again, my mom used margarine – ick.

Fred and Father’s Day.

My father died on May 20th this year – one month ago (that is why I have been a little absent lately). With that and the constant yammering about Father’s Day (see: totally made up holiday) these past few weeks, it has caused me to think about how important a father is. That being if he is a true involved father which mine was. I was his first born kid – I really think know he wanted a boy. He taught me quite a few things in his 83 years, some of which I ignored until I got older and then I saw the wisdom of it. Sometimes. But not always.

Practical Stuff:
* How to change a tire. That is fine if the last tire dudes did not put the lug nuts on too tight.

* How to change brake pads. Though these days things are so different I doubt I could manage.

* How to pour concrete. My dad added a room to the back of our house. It became our family room, but I helped pour the slab for it.

Things he did just because:
* He would come home with a roll of life savers in his top shirt pocket after work for me. Usually cherry or butter rum.

* Help coach my softball team. Sometimes that did not go well. That is a very long story.

*Took us bowling with him and mom every Friday night. They were in a league – who does that now? And we pretty much roamed free to play video games. Excellent.

* Brought a dog home that was hanging around his work. Terrier mix that we called Domino because he was black with two white spots on his throat.

* Build a rabbit hutch. For bunnies he brought home for us. I think they were supposed to be eating rabbits, but Ralph  and Thumper were pets. And I would so love to have another rabbit.

* Would respond to our notes of, “please take us to the 7-11 for candy.”

Silly things:
* He pretended he could make traffic lights switch with a snap of his fingers when I was little. A 4 year-old is so gullible. He was watching the opposing lights.

* He would always kiss me before he went to work at about 5:30 in the morning. Which was lovely until one time when I was slightly awake and socked him in the jaw. I am sure I didn’t hurt him but I did feel bad. But not really.

* Bought me Swedish Fish since I could not have real fish. I still love them and there is a jar of them in my office.

Not so much fun:
* He went looking for me when I was late coming home from work because I was having a drink with a guy – pre-cell phone era. Oh, so not happy then.

* Got totally pissed when I accidentally electrocuted my self with Christmas lights and a large container of water which had a Christmas cactus in it in the half done addition to the back of the house. Boy howdy, he was pissed, but that was because he was scared. And I was scared too.

“I am not going to run behind you all the way to first grade.” Helping me learn to ride a bike without training wheels.  I did learn that very day.

* The time I left my windows cracked on my car and it rained overnight. Oh, so not good, again.  But then again, he bought the car and then said, by the way, you now have a car payment. Lovely.

* The time I scraped a school bus in the parking lot of my high school parking lot and they (by which I am sure it was a she bus driver)  called the cops for a hit and run  and leaving the scene of an accident.  Honestly, really? I got 9 points in one day and since I was dropping off friends, the cops beat me home. Once again he was angry, but I think by the time I had to go to court – yes, court- he really thought it was bullshit. It probably did not help when the judge said, “why did you leave of an accident?” And I said, “I did not know there was an accident to leave the scene of.” Fred jabbed me in the ribs. Ugh.

By the way, his name was not Fred, but that is what I have been calling him since I was about 12 or so. Not even sure how that happened, but it did and it made me happy. And maybe him too.

Another Card Company Created Thing

I cannot stand created holidays. By this, I mean the following: Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Valentine’s Day, Administrative Assistant’s Day, National Bosses’ Day, etc. etc. blah blah blah. Groan.

Mother’s Day in particular is annoying because it falls so very close to my own birthday. To be honest, lots of women have babies, it is not exactly difficult. Yes, I am that person. But a made up holiday for Mother’s Day just has never worked for me.

I have just deleted this post again and again, but it keeps coming back up. I find these “holidays” offensive along with all the other made up ones. I am very aware that this post will not engender any goodwill whatsoever. But there it is.

My mother always got offended when I talked about the made up holiday. Really offended. But I sent the stupid card and told the Boy to never get one for me. He texted this year, “Happy Hallmark Holiday” which was just the best. Sometimes he is WAY TOO MUCH like me. Sorry Boy, no, not really.

Now in anticipation for “Fathers’s Day” I am not sure what to do.

I wrote this before the Dad died. Yep – that is a bit of a mess. But not really – he was not a fan of created holidays either.