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I am cooking this weekend for friends {again}. I do love to entertain, though Martha Stewart I am not. I love making people feel comfortable and I love to feed them good, tasty food. There’s just something about watching people eat food you cooked – kind of gratifying in a way {I’m struggling for words on how to explain this}. I like knowing that people leave my table full of good food and feeling the cozy effects of good conversation and a shared meal.

So, I am making Chicken Fried Steak {this recipe looks delicious, though I’ll probably make it with roasted fingerling potatoes instead of mashed spuds}. I grew up both cooking and eating this meal and I know it’s delicious, even if I’m at the helm of the stove.*

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And just look at that plate. Look. At. That. Plate. Is it not a beautiful specimen? And the steak, and the potatoes and the gravy? Oh, my stars, the gravy. I can’t wait to make this meal.

* I try to have a sense of humor about my cooking, because sometimes…my cooking is really really bad {see references to elk steaks and the infamous Sahara chops}.

 

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