I cooked cubed steak for dinner last night. It reminded me of something that happened a long time ago. J and I had been married about 3 years and had recently moved from the town where I grew up and where we met and married to the city where we live now. His parents and grandparents came from the coast for a visit.
I wanted to make something special for dinner on Saturday night. So, I decided on country fried steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and “hand squeezed” biscuits! I was quickly browning the steak and removing it from the pan. It would be returned to the pan later to finish cooking in the gravy. J’s grandmother, who was very sweet, but had no trouble speaking her mind, was standing beside me, watching every move I made. (As you can imagine, that was pretty unsettling----- a 3 year cook being monitored by a 40 year cook!) Anyway, as I was browning the steak, she, not knowing the plan, said ”You can cook mine a little more, if you don’t mind!” :-) Stumbling over my words, I explained my plan and then we both had a good laugh!
She was a dear lady and J loved her very much. That was the only time she ever visited our home. I’m so glad I have such a distinct memory of that time together!
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