Wild Woman

That's me - living on the edge. Brazenly disregarding all the rules, marching to the beat of my own drummer. I throw convention to the wind and laugh in the face of commonly accepted wisdom.

How, you may ask? Let me tell you so you can be amazed by my carefree ways.

They say you should never cook with a wine you wouldn't drink. Recently, I came across such a bottle of wine. And because I didn't want to waste it, I cooked with it.

See? Totally wild and crazy of me.

I used it to make Red Wine Reduction Steak Sauce last Friday. Then, in order to up the ante, I didn't even follow the recipe exactly. This is because the recipe calls for three different kinds of onions (red, yellow, and shallots). After two kinds of onions, I was in tears and I told Joe that if the recipe was a failure, I was pretty sure neither of us would say "know what this is missing? One more kind of onion!". I also refused to "discard the vegetables". Are they nuts? I spent forever chopping and crying while I prepared those veggies. Not to mention they aren't cheap. So I left them in and poured them over the steak and mashed potatoes.

And then, as if THAT weren't enough craziness, I totally used the rest of that Merlot in spaghetti sauce last night. I KNOW! I dared tempt fate TWICE by cooking with wine not fit to drink.

All that devil-may-care attitude of railing against conventional wisdom resulted in two very yummy dinners. So they can play by the rules if they like. But I will continue to boldly go where no (sane) man has gone before.