S.O.S. (not save our ship)


I’ve talked before about my dad with his incredible cooking and I've mentioned at least some of his creations. Well, every once in a while I like to make one for the kids. I don’t ask that they eat what I make because I’m pretty sure I didn’t care for most of it when I was very young, but I do ask that they try it.

Today was S.O.S. or Shit on a Shingle. This is more mundanely known as chipped-beef on toast, but I didn’t hear that title until I was grown.

The recipe is simple:

1 pound lean ground beef
1 onion, chopped
2 tablespoons flour
2 tablespoons butter (“Not margarine,” my dad would say.
1 cup milk

Brown ground beef and drain. Add onions and cook until tender. Keep warm.
Put flour and butter in a cup and microwave for 30 seconds. Stir together.
Pour milk into saucepan and add butter/flour mix. Add salt and pepper to taste (liberally). Heat, stirring frequently, until sauce reaches desired thickness.
Pour over ground beef/onion and mix together
Serve on buttered toast.

Nummy!

They really wanted to like it. They both took a couple of brave bites. It was grandpa’s recipe after all.

Alas, it was not meant to be.

That’s OK. They had a nuked TV dinner and I’m extremely full.

Cheers,

SLC

Comments

  1. Anonymous24/3/10 21:50

    You can actually buy "chipped beef". It's quite different from ground beef. Maybe worth a try??

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  2. Casey Freeland24/3/10 22:04

    Yeah, I know, but that's the way Dad made it. The warm fuzzies of making his food is half the reason for making it. :)

    Thanks for reading.

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  3. Unknown25/3/10 06:40

    My late father was a phenomenal cook too, several stratospheres above me. He was fastidious, I am impatient. Thus he produced better quality dishes than me.

    He was even better than my mom :)

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  4. Casey Freeland25/3/10 06:47

    That's awesome Shadow. I think there are way more dad cooks out there than most folks realize.

    Cheers,

    SLC

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  5. CiCi25/3/10 09:13

    I like your version of SOS. Your dad did good teaching you scrumptious things like this. By the way both your other books are on the way to our house! Yay.

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  6. Casey Freeland25/3/10 11:21

    Thanks TB,

    And so excited about my books coming to you. Can't wait to hear what you think. :)

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  7. Joanna Jenkins3/4/10 19:05

    Yeah! I grew up on this stuff! It's the ultimate comfort food.

    Any leftovers?

    :-)

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