It's a Localite Life

I know many are waiting to hear how the grassfed sauerbraten turned out (you know who you are, and you know your mouth is watering). But see, when it comes to sauerbraten, patience is a virtue.  It is still marinating; today is Day 6.  So, since it is Sauerbraten Eve Day, I spent some time walking around the point in Carmel with a friend and as it turns out, a gazillions of neighbors and Carmel tourists.

Having preemptively burned off calories I fully intend to replenish with sauerbraten and red cabbage, I stopped by Whole Foods on the way home.  I'm planning on serving a raw beet salad with walnuts and persimmons in vinaigrette, so I picked some of these local lovelies as I listened to a Whole Foods employee explaining the importance to purchasing local foods to a group of children from Community Partnerships for Youth, an organization I used to work with as a principal in Seaside.  :)

So, I was filled nirvana as a former science teacher and middle school principal still high on endorphins from exercise until I checked out my groceries (never mind the total) and the checker asked me if I wanted my beet tops.  (Insert sound of needle scratching on a record here).  I must have been dismayed, because she explained "Sometimes people don't want them, so we cut them off and Clint Eastwood comes by and feeds them to his animals."

............Really?

I ate them sautéed in local olive oil with black beans for supper.

The Well Traveled Sauerbraten: Part I

For a few years now, I've been buying local, grassfed beef from Morris Grassfed Beef in San Juan Bautista. The change for the most part has been easy.  The ground beef is delicious, and is usually destined for bolognese sauce.  But in other aspects, change has been scary.  To illustrate this point, I have been moving a roast around for about two years now.  A few years ago, the house I lived in needed to be tented for termite.  out went all the food, including a cross rib roast a little over three pounds in weight.  Then next house I lived in had to be termite tented, too.  This time the roast spend a week in a friends freezer down the road.  Last spring I moved into a third house, and said roast moved in with me.

Part of the reason why this roast has become such a seasoned traveler is that grassfed beef needs to be cooked a little differently.  And truthfully, I've been a little scared to cook it, fearing it would be a disaster.

It's finally Fall, and in my family we enjoy celebrating our German and German American heritage.  Sauerbraten in somewhat of a cult to us. We all love it, especially when it is served with spaetzle and red cabbage.  Its also somewhat of  scandal.  So when I ventured into the idea of making it with the family recipe with my grassfed roast, I unwittingly committed my self to a project with a lot of pressure.  "How long will you marinate it?" my father interrogated.  "Are you going to thicken the sauce with ginger snaps?" worried my mom.  (Whether to include or not include the ginger snaps at the end has always been controversial). 

Fortunately, the recent heat provided some reprieve and a handy excuse to procrastinate the venture.  It would have been unseemly to cook a roast in 100 degree plus heat, right?

Finally, it has become a now or never situation.  The marinade is made, and cooling to room temperature.  Next: commence marination (one week).