I'm in charge of the kids this week--Amanda has taken on a part-time
job, and she's able to go to work for some full days this summer why
I prepare for the fall semester. Sometimes, meal planning happens
half an hour before the meal. Fortunately, Amanda is an astonishing
cook, and there are often scads of scrumptious leftovers around.
Today, the remnants of the flank steak we had last night (more on
that astonishing meal later!) formed the center of our lunch.
I took some slightly-stale ciabatta bread, split and toasted it, and
thought.
Then I melted some butter in a small saucepan. Yes, butter. Real
butter. More than half a stick.
I thought some more. Mainly, I thought about garlic . . . but our
kids (Penelope in particular) are going through a "YAAAA! THAT'S TOO
SPICY" stage when a dish has a tiny bit more SALT than they like, so
I thought against it.
Instead, I added shredded parmesan cheese--not even the good kind
(though certainly not the stuff in the green can, folks)--and semi-
melted it. It gave the butter a parmesan essence that was thrilling--
and the strands of semi-melted parmesan sprinkles were delightful.
So . . . we spooned that over the toasted bread, added thin slices of
steak, thick slices of home-grown tomatoes, and a touch of
pepper . . . and we had a heavenly lunch.
Now we're off to the soccer field so that Daddy can burn off some of
those astonishingly-delicious calories!
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