So in a throwback to the 50’s attempt to do something nice for my boyfriend à la that Gilmore Girls episode, I decided to make a special dinner for my boyfriend. I was going to say that he likes his meat and potatoes like any red-blooded American man, but he’s not. Not American, that is. I suppose his blood is as red as any American’s. And he’s Russian [insert red commie joke], so I suppose his preference for meat and potatoes should go unquestioned.
It was a very simple steak dinner. I broiled bone-in ribeye steaks and I had just spoken to my mother earlier in the day and she gave me a very excellent tip: always let your meat rest. I suppose in the hustle and bustle of New York, we so rarely give our meat a chance to unwind, have a drink, take a load off. (My steak actually said, “Oooh, girl. The dogs are barking” and kicked off its heels and said it wanted nothing more than to eat a Betty Crocker warm delight and watch American Idol.)
Though I’m making it sound ridiculous, do it and you won’t be sorry. It gives the juices in the meat a chance to work their magic. If you get impatient and cut right in without giving it a rest, the juices all come out like a deflating balloon and you’re stuck with hard, dry meat.
To accompany, the steak, I made a simple mash from yukon gold potatoes. As anyone who makes decent mashed potatoes will tell you, the trick is adding copious quantities of ingredients about which your doctor and your health-conscious friends might try and make you feel guilty: butter and heavy cream. I roasted some garlic cloves and mixed them in with some black truffle oil.
I have mixed feelings about truffle oil after reading an article in the Times, but I love the taste and it’s obviously much cheaper than using real truffles (I got a bottle at Whole Foods for about $8.00) and it adds a silkiness to the potatoes and that expensive (thought apparently artificial) truffly taste that is so intoxicating.
I also sauteed some spinach with minced garlic and squeezed some fresh lemon juice and sprinkled it with sea salt and crushed red pepper flakes. For dessert, I made a strawberry rhubarb pie.
I thought I was going to meet up after dinner with my friend Jeremy and my boyfriend was planning on doing some work, but we had the ill-conceived idea to lie down “just for a minute” after dinner, which is probably up there with heavy cream, butter and red meat for things that you shouldn’t do. We woke up almost two and a half hours later.
Maybe I’m not the best girlfriend ever. Maybe I’m just clogging my boyfriend’s arteries and preventing him from being productive.