Blizzard Beef

We're Frozen!

I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but after more than seven feet of snow pounded us last winter in Connecticut, I miss it. Sure, the entire back of the house was destroyed by ice and took weeks to repair. And, yes, it’s true, the bushes out front still haven’t recovered. But I miss snow. So does The One. We’re snow freaks. I think it comes from a cellular-level aversion to humidity. He grew up in the steam oven called Baltimore, and I, the South Coast of Massachusetts, where Narragansett Bay is fond of making it near-impossible for clothes to dry on the line in August. The minute the weather gets sticky, on goes the central air conditioning and in the freezer go our heads.

But our utter adoration of all things cold is more than DNA deep. Part of our snow fetish is what we do while it’s piling up. That’s when we pad into the kitchen, The One in his saggy plaid pajamas, his rooster hair sticking up, and I in my baseball cap. I grab a cookbook and languorously flip through it while he roots around in the fridge and the pantry. What we really want to make, though, is what I’ve dubbed Blizzard Beef. It’s a dish that we tackle only when the three acres of woods out back turn into a swirling wall of nature’s equivalent to Wite-Out. In other words, true to the recipe’s name, a blizzard. Sadly, with the exception of a marvelously freak storm in October, which I missed because I was in Indonesia, this year we’ve had nothing more than mere pathetic dustings. Our brand-new KickAss 14,000-watt generator never got a workout.

Still it’s hard not to get hopeful when weather forecasts grow fantastically ominous, causing ripples of anxiety that send our Roxbury neighbors to Costco for bottled water, rock salt, and 100-ounce bags of Doritos and tubs of hummus. While other people cancel plans, we make menus. Lots and lots of menus. Deep-dish French toast for breakfast. Coq au vin for lunch. Daube for dinner. After all, you never know when foolhardy friends, sans generator and facing empty shelves at the supermarket, just may need food, lodging, and some measure of civility and frivolity for a few days.

Blizzard Beef, on the other hand, is something we reserve for us. No sharing. Ever. It’s our tradition. I don’t even know the dish’s real name. All I can tell you is the recipe is from The One’s family and owes much to Pennsylvania Dutch frugality. It calls for three ingredients: beef chuck steak, Worcestershire sauce, and water. The beef is seared almost black on all sides, then water and several very healthy glugs of WS are poured into the pot. It’s left to its own devices to slowly, gently burble away over the wee-est of flames for hours–usually three or so in all. (Here’s a video we made several years ago on the eve of a real storm.)

Those hours when we’re puttering around the kitchen, singing to Dream Girls and waiting for the Blizzard Beef to be done, are when the meat and liquid start to tango, Argentine style. The beef begins to break down, giving itself over to the charm and wiles of the sauce. Emboldened, the Worcestershire begins to concentrate, leaning in with a sharp vinegar-y tang which the beef can’t resist. And if you close your eyes, you can detect the impish scents of lemon, cloves, and pepper, each of which also seduces the meat–and me, for that matter. After several hours, the beef’s resistance is gone. It can be skewered with sharp objects and makes no objections. The Worcestershire sauce has claimed another lover.

(Excuse me while I take a moment to gather myself.)

This past weekend, The One and I were snuggled under the quilt on the couch, with Chloe, our Persian, burrowed somewhere in its folds, watching TV when the local weatherman interrupted  to warn of us of a “storm of potential significance.” The way things have been going, we knew what that meant: at best a heavy frost. The One looked at me. He didn’t have to say it; I knew he had Blizzard Beef on his frontal lobe.

But could we, really? In such undistinguished weather? It felt as if we were breaking some time-honored tradition, like wearing white after Labor Day. Or watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade and not yelling at the Broadway production numbers. Blizzard Beef without a blizzard. It was now or never. So with the temperature hovering in the mid-50′s, we toasted the spoilsport that is global warming and tucked in.

I wasn’t going to bother posting this. But maybe somewhere, someday, you’ll be lucky enough to get caught in a blizzard with only beef chuck steaks, Worcestershire sauce, and water and will need to do some kind of MacGyver cooking. If so, here’s your dish. It’s so simple, there’s not even a recipe. We always serve it up with over-the-top (read: tons of butter, cream, and love) mashed potatoes and some kind of green as an attempt to feel virtuous.

P.S. This morning I woke up to six inches of white happiness on the ground–the most I’ve seen in a year. The forecast says rain this afternoon. But for now, I’ve got my chuck searing, so let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

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  1. Beth Kujawski says:

    I love this. I’m glad you posted it. There was the threat of six inches of wet, heavy snow in the forecast here. We have barely a dusting. Which is fine. Six inches of wet, heavy snow is no fun. But I would very much like to be snuggled under a quilt on the couch with Some One, and be inspired to cook something comforty, snow or not. Thanks for letting me live vicariously!

    • David Leite says:

      Thanks, Beth. Today’s snow is starting to melt a bit as the drizzle comes in, but I’ve got the pot burbling. The One is in NYC, but I’ll bring him some tomorrow. Keep snuggling and being inspired. Both are worthy pursuits.

  2. Susan says:

    I loved the video, especially the front page flashes from past winters; so nostalgic! I am from Wash, DC metro area and remember those forecasts of snow promising we’d be shut in (I remember those brutally hot summers, too; ick!) I loved contemplating the vision of piles of snow while hunkering down with my crystal radio clipped to my beside lamp as I eagerly awaited reports of school closings! The first thing we’d do in the morning while Mom prepared steamy bowls of oatmeal with raisins and maple syrup, was to draw pictures in the condensation that covered the windows in the family room. I’m afraid this took the first of Mom’s romantic visions of what a snowy day should be out of the moment, but it was a ritual we kids had to play out, among others. Now, living in the SF Bay area of CA (since I was 23…eons ago) the dreams of hunkering down are dashed unless we’ve been caught in the Sierras in a rental chalet…which has only happened once. It was all my fantasies come true. I made beef stew…and started some weather related fantasies dancing in the heads of my children!

    • David Leite says:

      Danke, Susan. Such memories. Snow days. Drawing pictures on the steamed-up windows. Praying that no one or nothing got to play in the pure snow before me. (I hated mussed up snow.) Ah, to be 10 again.

    • Lindsay Myers says:

      Susan, I am a Northern California girl myself, and totally missed out on those frosty snow days while I was growing up. You are wise to visit the Sierras with beef stew in mind–your children must have had such fun!

      • Donna Rose says:

        Me too, Lindsay. Sonoma County born and bred. Rain and 50 degrees is what I call winter. Maybe a little frost. I’d never make it in a real winter area. David, you guys are tough. I am totally impressed. I am definitely a snow wimp.

  3. Renee Schettler Rossi, LC Editor-in-Chief says:

    Cold and drizzly may lack the drama of blizzardy and snowed in, but it certainly still merits braised beef in my book. Many thanks for the nudge on deciding what’s for dinner, D.

  4. Kathleen says:

    Blizzard warning today and we have light snow already so this is going on the stove ASAP! Thanks so much for sharing :)

    • David Leite says:

      Absolutely! Although The One would scream if he knew I were saying this, but a sliced onion or two sautéed after the beef comes out doesn’t hurt…..

      • Kathleen says:

        I’ll try it, and I won’t tell!

        • David Leite says:

          Superb!

          • Kathleen says:

            It was SUPERB! Our “blizzard” turned to rain, sleet, and finally a wet slushy snow. So we will have to console ourselves with a plate of Blizzard Beef!

            • David Leite says:

              Well, Kathleen, we have about four more inches today, and it is wickedly cold, but nothing warms my heart more than to know you love our Blizzard Beef as much as we do!

              I was completely remiss in not telling you we sometimes separate the fat from the pan liquid, make a mixture of equal parts flour and fat, and add that back to the pan to thicken the liquid into a gravy.

  5. Christine Chronis says:

    Love the video!

    • David Leite says:

      Thanks, Chronis. First attempt at being DeMille. Not exactly “The Ten Commandments” though.

  6. Bette Fraiser says:

    So I made Blizzard Beef, sans blizzard outside. While I believe in Leite’s Culinaria, I doubted the idea that three ingredients does an entree make. Let me stand on my soapbox to declare that I was a foolish doubter! Ha! While I did add an onion to the BB and also used locally raised, grass-fed beef, this incredibly simple recipe was a marvel. So simple and delicious, in fact, that I am going to teach it at my next Parent/Child Cooking Class. Bring on the blizzard!

    • David Leite says:

      Bette, music to my ears. I, too, was a doubter, and The One simply looked at me and shook his head. Now, we don’t bother for snow–even flurries–to make this dish. It’s so great.

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