In August, Andy and I moved into a condo. We were so excited because it has TWO bedrooms and TWO bathrooms. Also a dining room. Also a fireplace. Also granite. Andy wasn't wild about the idea at first, but after some whiny demands gentle coaxing, we put down the deposit and started moving in. It was perfect, blissful, and we were so excited about all of the space! (imagine Julie Andrews circa Sound of Music in the mountains, arms outstretched)
Fast forward two weeks. Two weeks people. Andy's brother, who I adore completely, needed a temporary place to stay. Of course we said yes and he moved right on in, because we're good people and I wouldn't have written about it if we'd been douches and said no. It's been a great two months of family dinners, playing cards, and the occasional family squabble. We never really fought, though, because this is a blog and we don't talk about things that aren't, like, soooo totes perfect. Good hell. I just gagged after typing totes.
After I got a new job at Boeing (go team) and scheduled a surgery to have my tonsils out (Tonsil stones, that's why), and it was just time for Matt to move back to the Tri Cities with his parents, who are the coolest. I wanted to do something to make Matt happy and let him know how much we love him. Then it hit me -
A few months ago, on an early Saturday morning, Matt and I came up with this wild idea to make a steak cake. It was mostly a joke - you know, one of those things you talk about in far too much detail that you're never actually going to do. It had to be done. I was going to make a steak cake.
Here are pictures.
Step 1: Whip freshly boiled potatoes with butter, garlic, fontina cheese, milk, salt and pepper. Get them good and whipped. Kind of like frosting, because this is a cake (duh).
Cut a large-ish steak in half. Pan fry that half. Make it perfect - like Gordon-Ramsay-is-over-your-shoulder perfect. Let is rest (that's for you, Dad).
Put some of the mashed potato mixture in between the two steaks and use skewers to secure the two pieces together. Don't mind the blood/juices. They're good for you.
Encase the Entire thing in potatoes. Make sure not to use them all, because 1) you're not a pig and 2) you need to save some for decorating.
Put the rest of the potatoes into a piping bag and pipe the steak so it looks like a cake. Put some cheese in the middle. Don't scrimp on the cheese because let's face it, you're eating a steak cake and there's no way you're on a diet.
Gently broil the steak cake in the oven. If you don't have an oven, are you homeless? Kidding. A blow torch will work.
Take some pictures, then have someone edit them. Editing makes everything look yummy.
Then, you stuff your face.
Lastly, make a happy face like this.
Matt, it was so fun to have you living with us for the past few months. It's only been a day and I miss you already!! Thank you for fixing Lorana and helping me with my table! Come back and see us soon, love ya! ~Britt
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