Roast Beef, Just Like Mother Used To Make It
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Back when we were kids, whenever Mom announced that we would have roast beef, my little brother and I acted like the most behaved kids in the neighborhood. My brother would always volunteer to set the table. And I, despite my thoughts on washing the dishes, always volunteered to do that after dinner. We also didn’t make any noise and just quietly watched our Mom make the best roast beef in town. Dad would be there in the kitchen too, sitting at the head of the kitchen counter, behaving himself. Mom always knew she had us at the palm of her hands whenever she mentioned those two words. And oh boy, how she took advantage of it. She would make Dad her kitchen assistant and we would get no complaints from him. She would ask my brother and me to do chores around the house, and we wouldn’t complain. As long as we got to have seconds of her roast beef, we would do anything. That’s how much we loved it.
I will go ahead and say that I am probably biased, but Mom’s roast beef is the best roast beef I have ever tasted in my entire life. I haven’t eaten anything that could even be compared to it. But then again, every recipe of hers was linked to a childhood memory of mine, which probably made it this special.
Photo courtesy of Food.com. Recipe courtesy of Taste of Home.
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