I worked on some ripply goodness last night. Can't wait to show it to you when I'm finished with it...just not sure when that will be. It depends on how diligent I am about working on it, but I'd say within the next few days.
Here is a sandwich Barnaby had for dinner last night made with The Garden Bell's Italian Beef Recipe. It was delicious. He had more than one of these. I sauteed onions to go with it, but my green pepper was mushy so I tossed it in the garbage. I had Italian peppers on mine instead, and Barnaby had jalapenos. Num-num.
I was so worried all day yesterday while the beef was cooking in the crock pot that I wasn't going to like it. It smelled awful to me. I fretted and fretted over whether I should lie and tell Kate I loved it even though I didn't, or just telling her the truth if I hated it. Come to pass, I didn't have to worry at all because it was delicious! Ha-ha. I'm always borrowing trouble and worrying about things that never come to pass.
What would y'all have done if you had tried a recipe someone gave you and you hated it and knew they were going to ask you about it? (I had already opened my big mouth and blogged about the fact I was making it.)
(Just so you know, I had decided I was going to tell a white lie and tell you we liked it, Kate!)
But I promise I'm NOT lying when I say that it was delicious and I'll definitely make it again and again. My pants are not on fire. Can you really ruin a roast anyway? I don't think so unless it's just plain spoiled to begin with. Whatever. I just freaked out about nothing. Welcome to my world!