Beef Tongue Stroganoff

Yes, you read that correctly. Beef Tongue. Beef Tongue is an excellent cut of beef, despite what you may think. It is however, very high in fat, so have sparingly. Most people have heard of Beef Tongue Sandwiches which are made from an almost “pickled” version of beef tongue and are sliced and served cold. I love these too, my best friend’s grandma used to make the absolute best Beef Tongue sandwiches.

However, my husband’s very favorite recipe is one my Grandmama taught me to make. Beef Tongue Stroganoff. When you slow cook (I use a crock-pot) beef tongue it becomes such a soft and wonderful shredded beef, only to be compared to beef cheek meat. My husband refers to it as “beef butter”.

I do hope you enjoy this recipe.

Ingredients and utensils needed:

  • 1 Beef Tongue (washed, do not skin)
  • 3 bay leaves
  • A pinch of salt
  • tsp of chipotle pepper flakes (you expected that by now right?)
  • 1 lb of fresh mushrooms
  • 1 large onion sliced in half rings
  • 2 cups of Greek plain yogurt (or sour cream, I use yogurt to cut down on fat)
  • 3 – 4 cloves of garlic diced
  • 1 tbsp of cornstarch
  • 1 large crock-pot
  • a thick butcher grade knife

Directions:

  1. Wash your beef tongue. I know there is probably a joke here, but we won’t go there.
  2. Rub & coat with a pinch of salt & corn starch and place in the crock-pot. Place about 3 tablespoons of water in the crock-pot.
  3. Sprinkle the chipotle pepper flakes over the tongue.
  4. Put your bay leaves over the tongue.
  5. Set the temperature to Medium and let cook all day. Yes, ALL DAY.
  6. At the end of the day, remove from the crock pot and let cool on a cutting board.
  7. Skin the tongue. I slice down the middle just enough to cut through the outer skin, and pull the skin back.
  8. The tip of the tongue has it’s own “texture”. Personally its the prize for me and I keep it separate to enjoy on a piece of toast.
  9. TAKE OUT THE BAY LEAVES. My husband ALWAYS ends up with a piece of Bay Leaf. Make sure you get all the pieces out.
  10. Shred the meat of the tongue and place back in the crock-pot.
  11. In a frying pan, saute your onions, garlic until the onions are “limp”.
  12. Add in your mushrooms and saute until they are cooked but still firm.
  13. Pour over your meat in the crock-pot.
  14. Set the crock-pot temperature to warm.
  15. Add in your Greek Yogurt (sour cream) and stir together with all of the other ingredients.
  16. You should not have to add any moisture, but if you do, only add 1 tablespoon of water at a time. Remember the tongue is full of fat and should have created a nice thick broth while cooking.
  17. Stir off and on while you prepare your noodles, rice or potatoes that you will be serving with your stroganoff.
  18. Keep a watchful eye on your crock pot and stir often. This will prevent any clumping or “curdling” of the yogurt/sour cream.
  19. Serve over noodles, rice or potatoes and enjoy!

I hope you enjoy this very basic recipe. It also heats up great for left overs!

Until Next Time,

Mrs. Kay Lynn Rice

 

The Art Of Bartering

You rarely hear of this old traditional way of ‘business’ anymore. Mostly you hear about cost and income. Bartering has been around longer than any other form of exchange for goods. You have something I need/want, I have something you need/want. We trade in an honest transaction of similar value.

I got a serious case of the giggles the other night as husband and I were watching old Andy Griffith Mayberry RFD reruns as I was drafting this blog, and it was one of my favorite episodes. I’m sure you remember the one. The Mayor is eyeing Andy’s fishing pole because it “always catches fish” and the mayor can’t catch a fish to save his life until he uses Andy’s fishing pole. Later on in the show, Andy trades his fishing pole for a gift for Aunt Bee, but when the Mayor needs Andy to vouch for him, Andy gets his fishing pole back as trade for vouching for the Mayor. I know, I know, in a way its more of a “I’ll scratch your back, you scratch mine”, but it still made me laugh because of the timing.

Anyway, back to bartering. Bartering can help your budget tremendously when done correctly. Can I sell these goods I’m trading for more money? Probably, but, what is the gain. For example, you have a farmer friend who has no market for beef organ meat and you have a surplus of relishes and pickled items. They like pickles and pickled okra, you like beef liver. A trade of a few pints of pickles and you have dinner. Also, giving time, to be “paid” in goods is more than acceptable but never thought of anymore either.

Clean stalls for a day, get sent home with ground lamb or beef soup bones. I’d say that’s a win, win for both. The sad thing is that in this money driven world, many people don’t look at the good in bartering. It doesn’t need to just be for food either, it can be a fair trade for say, materials for a hobby, or other such goods. Many times, I’ll trade jams for a basket of canning jars, or eggs for a tote of fabric scraps.

It also helps with reusing items. Someone may be cleaning out a garage and find all types of things you may need. The old adage of “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure” is more than true. Even more so in today’s world if you think about it, due to the throw away society we have been surrounded with.

A fun day can be gathering your friends for a “swap meet day”. We’ve done this before with clothes. Maternity clothes, business clothes, kids clothes, etc. Trading and reusing, re homing etc. I love getting second hand clothes that I can make into other clothes, such as jeans into jean skirts or overalls into adorable jumpers. I love to sew, I see treasures in all kinds of means of fabric.

The next time you want or need an item, think about an honest trade, barter or swap. It’s also a great way to get to know your neighbor, people, local farmers.

Until Next Time,

Mrs. Kay Lynn Rice.

Christmas Cards

Bear with me with me on this little blog post.

I miss getting Christmas Cards.  Oh, I get plenty on social media, you know, the generic ones with snow and a dancing snowman.  What I miss is real, paper, delivered by the postman, Christmas Cards.  I miss birthday cards, letters and stuff in the mail other than bills and ‘junk’ mail.  I miss Carolers coming to the house and singing.  I miss singing traditional songs at Christmas.  In fact, here lately I cringe at some of the Christmas songs I hear on the radio.

carolers

I miss the celebration, the deliberation and the honesty behind all of the things now deemed old-fashioned or out-dated.  Perhaps I’m out-dated, don’t care, I am am who I am.   I admit I have fallen into the techno mentality myself, I’m working on a computer as I write this right now.  But what really hit me was when I sent a text to my husband, who was downstairs, last night as I was upstairs in my office.  REALLY???? NO!  At that moment I wanted to throw my cell phone out the window.   Honestly, I almost cried.  Why?  Because I consider myself very blessed to have a very close, honest and loving relationship with my husband, and the last thing I want is to put technology between us.

I woke up early this morning, with a lot on my heart and mind.  I spent extra time in prayer over a morning cup of coffee and I am almost finished with my Christmas Cards.  I sat this morning putting in a letter in each one to be sent to family and friends who I rarely hear from anymore, but still, it’s a Christmas Card and it will be delivered through the postal service and I hope it brings a smile.

Take the time to sit down and play a game WITH a person AT a table and enjoy each other’s company.  Take the time to write a letter and send a smile to someone.  Most of all, unplug.

Until Next Time,

Mrs. Kay L. Rice

Snapping Beans…

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Here lately I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Well, more like remembering, cherishing, embracing. I’m not really sure what you would call it exactly.

Between my Bible Groups and discussions at home and watching the world around me, I find myself thinking about my Grandma Inez & my Momma Kathy more and more every day. I find myself looking backwards with the thoughts about my forwards. I realize how blessed I am for all the skills they both taught me, but none more important that being happy with what I have and making good use of what I have.

As this world spins around us it has taken on such a fake and distant personality. Everything seems to be money driven and causing us to work harder and longer and never finding “happiness”. We leave everything that really matters behind us to only focus on what the world says we need and must have. In reality, we need very little and most of us actually have much more than we need. We tell ourselves that we deserve things, luxuries and all other things to try and justify embracing what the world tells us.

This is what I believe we need. Above all else, we NEED God and have an active relationship with him. We NEED shelter, food and clothing. We NEED to be safe and loved. We NEED our family and true friends. All the rest is just pretty much pretty little lies.

When I was a very young girl I spent as much time as I could with my Grandma and Grandpa on a dairy farm on Route 2 in Monroe County, Ohio. Some of my favorite memories are of helping Grandpa in the garden and in the barns and with my Grandma in the kitchen in the farmhouse. In the hot summer I loved riding on the wagon as my Mom helped with bringing in hay. I even found and helped save a nest of baby bats one hay season in the top of the barn, but that’s another story for another time. I loved baking bread with my grandma, it was because of her and my mom that I won a state blue ribbon on my breads when I was in Junior High for 4-H. I absolutely loved learning to preserve foods and listen to my Grandma sing in the kitchen. My mom taught me how to make pickles and sauerkraut. My mom also made some of the best cookies in town, just ask my husband. Where am I going with all of this? In short, very few people takes the time to enjoy these simple pleasures anymore. Everyone is too busy running around chasing other things. I miss those days. I miss snapping beans with my grandma on the front porch and I miss running barefoot in the grass in the yard catching fireflies and putting them in a mason jar.

More and more every day I find myself wanting to unplug and return to that life. Oh I know I can’t go back. My Grandma and Grandpa have long since left this world and gone home to be in Heaven. So perhaps I should rephrase that; more and more every day I find myself wanting to unplug and GO to that life again. Or at least slow down and enjoy this life on this planet. Perhaps passing down my knowledge to those who want to learn the old fashioned life skills. I want to sit on the front porch and look at the world the way God made it and snap beans and tell stories to those who want to hear them and learn something so they can pass a few things down.

Until next time,

Mrs. Kay L. Rice