I hosted bunco at my house last night. I love to entertain, whether it is simply a couple of friends popping in for a visit, a potluck, a big dinner, whatever. I love to cook. I love to see my family and friends. Mostly? I love that having people over makes me clean my house.
I clean my house every day (parts of it anyway) but cleaning for company means that when I vacuum, I will also take that extra step and use the attachments to do the baseboards as well. I am forced to do the extra stuff and I really love that. (not the extra stuff, but that something forces me to do it…) So yesterday, I am not stressed, things are humming along fine. I even got myself showered and ready in plenty of time.
My bunco group doesn’t usually serve dinner, but I like to do it when I host. If I can’t do a whole dinner, I like to at least serve heavy appetizers. Not only am I hungry, I still need to feed my kids.
My friend Raquel makes delicious Pico de Gallo and I beg her for it whenever she innocently asks “Can I bring anything?” I decided to make quesadillas to go with it. I was going to use steak, tomato, spinach and a bit of red onion. They’re really good.
I took 2 lbs of good tri-tip steak, seasoned it and seared it. I let it rest and then sliced it into perfect, thin, bite sized pieces to put into the quesadillas. I trimmed off any fat or gristle and set it aside. I put the prepared strips into a large white bowl and put the scraps into a little white ceramic spoon-rest.
When we have people over, I like to put our two dogs into the side yard, so that they don’t stand at the sliders and whine all night about how they aren’t part of the action. I know they are dying to jump on my friends, pilfer food and sniff crotches, but I don’t like that kind of behavior at my parties, so into the side yard they go.
I asked Devin, my 16 year old, to please put them in the side yard for me. The younger dog will go, but our ancient Dalmatian will have none of that action. He’s ready to fall over, so you can’t push him or pull him… you have to lure him.
“Devin, please lure the dogs to the side yard… there are steak scraps in the little white dish by the stove.” (I cup my hand to illustrate the size while I say this.)
I carry on with my preparations and return to the kitchen about the same time that Devin does. He is holding an empty large white bowl.
“Um, was this the meat I was supposed to give them….?”
I might have given myself a neck injury by whipping my head around towards the counter where I had last seen the large white bowl of perfect, thin, bite sized pieces of steak. The bowl was gone. However, the little spoon rest of scraps and gristle was still there.
Yep. My boy fed the dogs two pounds of delicious tri-tip and left me with a tiny dish of gristle and fat to feed my ladies (as well as my kids…) In Devin’s defense, I did not clearly specify which white dish. Um, but in my defense – are you kidding me!!!???? Duh. That’s all I have to say. Duh.
It did not occur to me to take a “before” picture, (cuz’ ya know… why would it) but please imagine the bowl on the left, piled high with strips of tri-tip. Now go feed the dogs.
I ordered the boys a pizza and served my ladies veggie quesadillas. The vein on my forehead only throbbed a little bit and I was quickly able to laugh about it.
Don’t throw out good beef!!!!