Sometimes just for fun and for no good reason, I’ll send Husband an email with a photo like this attached. I’ll tell him I’ve got pounds and pounds of beef short ribs browned and by dinner he’ll be feasting on these tender, juicy morsels.
Sometimes I continue on in the email about how I wish he could smell the ribs simmering away in the oven, slow cooking to perfection.
Then I continue on about my day — shuffling kids to gymnastics and soccer. Hollering about homework and being nice. And all the while the short ribs are working their magic in my oven. The thing about short ribs is you can fix ’em and forget ’em. At least I can…
Husband? No way. On days I send photos like this just for fun and no good reason Husband is never far from the homestead. In fact he’s working from home today. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
Recipe for Braised Short Ribs tomorrow. I’m off to shuttle kids and such…
Your so funny!!
You know how I feel about ribs; I’d come work from over there too, just to smell ’em . . . just keep them away from your little dog (if you have a little dog).
I recently discovered a recipe for Braised Short Ribs and it was so magnificent that it is now at the top of my all time favorite recipes.
You can find my link here: http://platesandpalates.blogspot.com/2009/01/oven-braised-short-ribs-with-fennel.html
I am anxious for your recipe!!