Cooking with Wine. . .

I think of myself as a pretty good cook. I enjoy cooking and sell Pampered Chef. The cooking store that comes to your door. I am always trying new recipes and such. I like doing different things to spice up the everyday meals. Marks' sister fixed a roast with merlot the other week and I thought it was really good. It had a good flavor. I like fixing things that are simple. Robbie told me how she fixed it and I said I can do that. Well she gave me just a rough description of what she did and of course I did not write it down. It was simple and I could remember that.

Well, I bought my roast and I even bought a little better grade of meat than she had used. She said she covered the roast in wine and cooked it in the crock pot all day. So, I poured a bottle and a 1/2 over the roast along with a pack of Lipton onion soup mix as she said. I had fixed this so Mark would have something to feed the kids while I was at a Cooking Show. When I got home that evening I asked Mark how the roast was. I figured he would just rave about it. He said, "It burned my throat on the way down." I gasped and could not figure out what he was talking about. I tried it and sure enough it burned like liquor all the way down. Mark said he felt guilty about feeding it to the kids so, he fixed them something else. (He really is a good guy)
Over the next few days I ate the roast for lunch or a snack and there were still pieces that would burn when I ate it. You would think that cooking it, the alcohol would cook off.

At Thanksgiving I told Robbie about my roast. She laughed and said she only used a 1/2 cup of wine in her roast. Well, that explains everything. I will never live this one down.

For Thanksgiving I fixed a White Wine Cake and Beer bread to take to my Moms' house. (No I am not an alcoholic I just seem to be in this mode of cooking lately.) The White Wine Cake is Robbies' recipe. This time she wrote it down for me. This is the best cake. Well I worked on Wednesday to fix the cake so we could take it to Moms' on Thursday. It did not come out of my stone very well which is unusual. I decided since it was only going to Moms' it would be ok if it did not look the best. On Thursday morning Jack got up and came groggily down the stairs and looked into my cake keeper and said, "Made a pound cake?" I said yes. He replied, "Didn't turn out to good did it?" Well, Mark and I just busted out laughing. Out of the mouths of babes or 8 year olds. It did not look very good but it was the best cake I have ever made. And I followed the recipe this time.