I have this really bad habit of, when I’m feeling particularly good, overextending myself to the point of exhaustion. I mean, what’s a little walk in several inches of snow, up steep hills, carrying heavy bags of food around, anyway? I’ll tell you what it is: ill-advised. It caught up with me midweek, so Mike has been on dinner duty since then. Here’s what he fed us:

Dinner:  January 7, 2009

On Wednesday night, he seasoned these baby back ribs from Pat with a dry rub overnight, then braised them with cabbage and apples in local hard cider until they were falling-apart tender. Delicious.


Dinner:  January 8, 2009

There’s this cast iron skillet pizza thing going around the internets lately. We had some on Thursday, and it was good as ever. (In fact, I think we’ll have leftovers for lunch.)

Finally, on Friday he put together one of our standards – a steakhouse supper at home. Ice cold martinis, beautifully seared grass-fed ribeye served on a bed of spinach, which it wilted with its juices, and salt-crusted baked potatoes. We topped our steaks with a little crumbly Great Hill Blue and horseradish creme fraiche. Yum.

I’m hoping to keep things low-key this weekend, rest up and get to feeling better. See you all next week!

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