My mom’s beef stew. Little chunks of tender beef, potatoes, carrots, onions, and celery. That’s all, nothing fancy, hot and savory and filling and GOOD. I can remember on REALLY cold winter mornings having a big bowl of stew, with a couple of slices of bread and butter, and then a piece of apple pie with cheese on.
I defy even the sacred oatmeal to stick to a rib like THAT breakfast!
So in deference to the weather, I made a big pot of it this week, but forgot to take a picture of it while it was steaming hot and shiny.
***In response to what I THOUGHT was a Daily Prompt, but now that I’m looking for it for attribution, I can’t find it. So I’m just going to present it as a random Here’s a Youth-Related Food Memory post.***