Western Sunday
On most weekends when I cook for the family, I like to switch between two worlds. One day the kitchen smells of soy sauce, ginger and garlic with familiar Chinese dishes on the table. The next day I move westward, bringing out the grill, olive oil and a good piece of meat.
Last Sunday was one of those Western evenings.
I got a beautiful Wagyu rump cap and decided to keep things simple. Just salt, pepper and a hot grill. The rump cap has a lovely beefy flavour and once it hit the heat, the smell slowly filled the house. As usual, that aroma worked better than any dinner bell. One by one everyone appeared in the kitchen asking when dinner would be ready.
While the beef was resting, my wife brought out her freshly baked brioche. Soft, buttery and golden on top. The kind of bread that you tear apart while pretending to wait politely for the main course.
For the sides, I grilled some zucchini until they picked up a bit of char, and made a pot of rustic ratatouille that had been slowly simmering with tomatoes, eggplant, peppers and garlic.
Soon the table looked like a small home bistro. Thick slices of rosy Wagyu, warm brioche to soak up the juices, vegetables to balance the richness. Not forgetting the bottle of Super Tuscan which had that lovely depth and structure that works so well with the grilled beef.
Simple food, cooked at home, shared with family on a quiet Sunday evening. Love it.
