One of the perks of blogging is that you discover a ton of great recipes; there are soooo many bloggers that share their weekly menus, favorite dishes, or their own unique creations.
(I try to be one of them but I’m not really succeeding at it)
Today, I am making (it’s still cooking and will be for the next 5 hours) Crock-Pot French Dip Sandwiches. I was over-the-moon excited when I found this recipe on Pennies In My Pocket. Seriously, aside from a homemade BLT, the French Dip is my favorite sandwich . . . greasy hands down.
This morning, after sleeping in till 10 (it was raining — who’s going to pass up an opportunity like that?), I scanned the ingredient list.
Roast — CHECK (well, not the kind required but a roast is a roast, right?)
French Rolls — NOPE
Beef Broth — NOPE
French Onion Soup — NOPE
Bottle of Beer — NOPE . . . wait, CHECK
Yeah, there has been a bottle of beer sitting in our fridge for over a year thanks to a nameless someone who brought it as a “thanks for having me over to dinner” gift. Um — thanks. That was a really good gift for us — I can tell you know us well.
Anyway, I have a bottle of beer. “FAT TIRE” beer. Is that a good beer? I don’t know, but it’s certainly not one I’ve seen advertised. Is that a bad sign?
After a quick jaunt to the grocery store for the remaining items, I started making the dish.
Step 1: Open Broth (easy pull-top lid . . thank you, very much, Can Maker!)
Step 2: Open Soup (see above aside . . .and ditto)
Step 3: Open Beer
Step 4: Opening beer proving difficult; try twisting harder
Step 5: Stubborn beer lid/cap/whatever STILL ON! Get a little angry.
Step 6: Send desperate tweet out to twitter friends/beer drinkers. Beg for help.
Step 7: Misunderstand tweet from A Cowboy’s Wife. BANG beer bottle against counter. HARD.
Step 8: Watch foam (or is it called “head”) build inside the still closed bottle.
Step 9: Get worried about the foam and potential flying bits of glass hitting your eyeballs.
Step 10: Grab butter knife..
Step 11: Try to pry lid/cap/whatever open with said knife.
Step 12: RUN to the sink and hold bottle over as foam begins to escape from the bottle THAT STILL HAS ITS LID/CAP/WHATEVER ON!!!!!
Step 13: Silently curse the machine that created this child/light-weight proof lid/cap/whatever. Feel bad about cursing later.
Step 14: In last, desperate, teeth-grinding attempt, pry lid off and watch it fly across the sink.
Step 15: Watch foam splatter all over your daughter’s high chair. Ignore the inappropriateness of that sight.
Step 16: Pour ridiculous beverage into the crock-pot and slam the cover on said crock-pot.
Step 17: Glare at beer bottle
Step 18: Pick it up harshly by the neck and throw it in the trash.
Step 19: Wish you had something to drink after such an experience.
I’ll let you know if the $*#@)($* sandwiches are worth it!
