Happy President's Day. Having the holiday off, I volunteered to make dinner for a nice lady who just had her knee replaced. I always make chicken pot-pie, it's easy, and I can't really make anything else. This time, I decided to mix it up, try something new. Pot Roast. I called my mom, looked in a cook-book, and checked on-line.
Feeling confindent, I purchased the very first chuck-roast of my life, browned it and had it in the oven by 1PM, projected finish time, 3PM. I added vegetables at 2PM, checked on it at 2:30PM and started to worry just a bit. Not boiling, not even generating steam, roast hard as a rock. Called my mother.
It is now 4PM, just transferred everything to a pot on the stove. The roast is akin to the above mentioned footwear. It so happens this nice lady has a sister who lives with her. She has Down Syndrome and no teeth. Tenderizing mallet instead of utensils? Might be prudent. Olive Garden, anyone?