I like to cook dinner. I grew up with two dad and mom who made a number of home made creations — every thing from peach cobbler to home made pizza and donuts. My mother and pop are each proficient cooks and will win any baking competitors, and my siblings and I grew up with a love of spending time within the kitchen too.
I discovered after getting a bit older and wiser the rationale we at all times had home made bread and chocolate chip cookies was as a result of my dad and mom couldn’t afford Oreos and Wonder bread on my father’s wage since he had six mouths to feed. I bear in mind an evening sitting round our eating room desk consuming liver, coronary heart, and onions from a deer my father had shot and processed himself.
So, once I noticed the recipe for the trending “Emergency Steak” which was initially printed in a Nineteen Fifties Betty Crocker cookbook and is making its manner across the web once more, I used to be intrigued.
Then once I noticed this model of the recipe (which received 5 stars) that instructed reducing the fake steak into strips, dunking it in egg and flour, then frying it up, I needed to strive it. I figured it might resemble the rooster fried steak my dad used to make on chilly winter nights, and my children would like it a lot it might turn into a staple in our home.
I advised my three children, who have been fairly excited; all of them love steak. However, I overlooked the truth that this “steak” was actually burger long-established right into a loaf and fried. Oh, and I positively didn’t inform them there have been Wheaties or milk in it.
So, after gathering my substances from the grocery retailer, I got down to make a bomb Friday evening dinner. One reviewer mentioned her complete household liked it and the recipe had gotten 5 stars, so it was certainly going to be a mother win.
But that’s not what occurred in any respect.
Instead of sitting across the eating room desk having fun with our feast because the completely satisfied household that we’re, there was gagging, poking, and me making an attempt to not throw up in my mouth.
First, let me say I do know I adopted the instructions proper as a result of I learn the recipe about ten instances. After letting my loaf manufactured from burger, milk, onions, and Wheaties chill within the fridge, I used to be supposed to have the ability to reduce it into strips for frying.
That ended actually quick after I felt like I used to be dealing with cat meals. This meat wasn’t anyplace close to agency sufficient to be reduce into strips, so I gave up and made patties to fry, which nonetheless disturbed me an awesome deal.
As I used to be frying it, the youngsters requested me why it smelled like somebody had taken a crap within the kitchen. After coming down and taking one have a look at the mess that was occurring within the frying pan, and seeing the field of cereal sitting subsequent to it, all of them declared they weren’t hungry.
I lied and advised them the cereal was for one thing else.
My vitality and persistence have been fading quick. I had burger and Wheaties underneath my recent manicure and I used to be getting pissier with every passing second.
I couldn’t even start to make this presentable, and I had no hope my children have been going to eat it after all of the work I’d put into this dish our canine wouldn’t even eat.
I made a decision to close down my senses and check out a chunk in hopes that it might be so good my children could be pushed to strive it.
Ummm, I couldn’t even faux to swallow this.
Upon first chunk, I might style the Wheaties. Now, I like Wheaties on their very own however bran combined with onions, meat, and milk is one thing that’s not going to make its manner down my throat.
Instead, this “Emergency Steak” made its manner into our rubbish and I’ll by no means, ever combine cereal with floor beef for any motive, ever. It’s been three days and it’s nonetheless haunting my goals.
Betty Crocker, I really like you. I really like your recipes, your cake mixes, and lord is aware of I’ve had many nights alone with tubs of your frosting.
But “Emergency Steak” made with burger, milk, and Wheaties? What the precise fuck. And that is coming from somebody who has chowed down on deer organs.
Take it from me and simply make a rattling meatloaf.