I know, I know, I know. Two weeks in a row without a Wiener Wednesday. But I’m giving you the only thing that could replace a Wednesday wiener, and that is tongue.
I can’t even apologize for how dirty that sounds. All of the correspondence involving this dish was unintentionally lewd. But my favorite was this text, “I’m going to join Claire for tongue if that’s OK with you.” Fine by me. Consenting adults and all.
I simultaneously dreaded and anticipated dinner #74 from the first moment I opened up my avocado green recipe box. Beef tongue? I never ate tongue let alone tried to cook one. I had some reservations and questions–first of which was “where the hell am I going to get a beef tongue?” (that was answered thanks to Relay Foods). The second was “who the hell is going to eat beef tongue with me?”And that was answered by four of my fearless friends.
4 RSVPs? That’s a party. A Tongue Party!
So the tongue was delivered to my door (yeah, you read that right. Tongue delivery!) on Sunday morning. It was frozen. It was big. It was gross. It was quite intimidating.
So I got the tongue washed (!) and all ready to go before the party started. The first part was boiling it for two and a half hours to get the ‘skin’ off. And by ‘skin’ I mean ‘taste buds.’ *shudder*
And then the whole thing went into a pot with the bay leaf, ham, onion, carrot, canned tomatoes and dry vermouth (I subbed that for the wine). The directions said to “simmer covered until tender.” Well, could you vague that up for me, Dinner is Served? I don’t like it when there aren’t set times. Whatever.
Sadly, right when I got the tongue in the sauce, I got the call that my friend Claire was ill so her and her boyfriend were out. Two guests down. But my friends Noah and Kristen were still joining me so the Tongue Party quickly became a Menage a Tongue.
I let the tongue simmer for a while and hung out with my guests until we got hungry. I just assumed that it would be tender after another hour or two (that assumption ended up being correct).
And when we got hungry I sliced the tongue and put together the side dishes.
So there ya have it. Dinner is Served!
Not bad, right? I think I got this one mighty close to the original photo of #74.
Kristen made the Pineapple Upside Down Cake. Which was quite lovely. I think the nuts really made it.
So, you wanna know how the tongue was, right? Well, it was good. Really good.
Shut the front door!
I shit you not. The tongue was not only edible, it was tasty! It was very pot roast/brisketish. Super-tender and the sauce was honest-to-God-well seasoned. How odd is that for a DiS! meal?
Noah and Kristen even agreed with me. And Kristen hated tongue when she had it in France (that so sounds filthy).
The sides were OK, although under-seasoned (surprise, surprise). But that is why God created pretty salt and pepper shakers–for at-table (or, in my scenario: at-TV tray) seasoning. Well, and the shakers exist for people to buy at souvenir shops and then amass huge collections which become the gateway drug for hoarding. You start with one commemorative Kate & Wills royal wedding shaker set and before you know it you can’t get into your kitchen and there are dead cats under stacks of old issues of the National Enquirer.
But I digress.
Sure, it wasn’t the tongue party that I initially intended it to be (and those who missed out did miss out) but three’s company was A-OK by me (I love me some Noah and Kristen!) and the tongue was a success! Dinner is Served! for the win!