We decided to have my Mom and mother-in-law over for dinner once a month. Since my Mom’s birthday was a few days ago, I asked her to choose the menu for our first dinner. After giving it some thought, she said “Pot roast or swiss steak.” To which my reaction was, “Ummmm . . . are you sure you don’t want a nice curry??”
O.k., I at least knew what a pot roast was. Swiss steak I was a little more unclear on. I had a vague recollection that it had something to do with pounding and breading and frying. So, pot roast it was going to be!!
Off to the grocery store! Just as I was about to pull out my phone to google “what cut of meat is a pot roast?”, I spied a big hunk of beef that was actually labeled “Pot Roast.” Yay!!!
Once home, I pulled out my trusty, “Good Housekeeping Illustrated Cookbook”.
For some inexplicable reason, my 12 year old self took this cookbook from my Grandmother’s house right after she passed away. I’ve carried it around with me every since. My adult self is super, super thankful!! Of course, it had a recipe for Pot Roast. (Actually, it had several recipes although I decided to stick with the basic one and leave “Fruited Pot Roast” for another day . . . or never.) It also has a recipe for Swiss Steak (of course it does!) and I was right about the pounding, breading and frying.
O.k., onto cooking. I was slightly mystified by the ingredient “salad oil” but decided that canola oil would do. I rubbed my dear pot roast with garlic, salt and pepper; coated in flour, and browned. So far, so good. Then it simmered happily in my Dutch oven along with potatoes, carrots, onions and mushrooms for four hours.
My Mom took over making gravy when she arrived. She was slightly disappointed that I didn’t have something called, “Kitchen Bouquet” to add to my gravy. “What’s that?” I asked. “Its a liquid that makes your gravy taste like gravy.” she replied. I’ll definitely have that on hand next time.
My pot roast was approved by both my Mom and mother-in-law!!! Yay!!!!!
That’s not a picture of my pot roast but that’s pretty much what it looked like. I was super proud of myself! I felt so American housewife-y.
But next month, I think we’re going to have a nice curry.