I do cook for a living and I know this is crap for me to start my blog off with but it’s happening. Earlier this week I made my first beef stew of the season…at home. Whenever a season is about to full on change I get super excited for the food that goes along with it. I had grown so tired of “local” tomatoes and enough fucking basil to to make pesto for Detroit that I said “fuck it” where’s the beef stew meat? The first night I saw my breath in the air I knew it was time. Beef Stew Season! I gathered some ingredients and some beer to drink and went to town. The smell that fills the house with a good fond of beef on a pan and cold beer in the throat beats a hippy dippy caprese salad any day in my book.

Whenever I cook with root vegetables I tend to keep the skin on. Laziness maybe, but with something like a stew I want as much dirt taste as possible. Yes, I clean them. After burning the shit out of the exterior of the beef stew meat… I take out the beef and singe the veggies in the pan

I throw in my rosemary whole like a bad ass as you can see. Then it’s time to smack it with some red wine. For those of you wondering what red wine is…it’s that stuff your girlfriend drinks.

Then I throw the tomatoes and stock in. Put that shit in your oven at the lowest temp your time allows.

Spend the next 3-4 hours drinking, mowing the lawn and listening to Leonard Cohen.