Blizzard Beef

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.




About David Leite

I count myself lucky to have received three James Beard Awards for my writing as well as for Leite’s Culinaria. My work has also appeared in The New York Times, Martha Stewart Living, Saveur, Bon Appétit, Gourmet, Food & Wine, Yankee, Los Angeles Times, Chicago Tribune, The Washington Post, and more.


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  1. David, I hope you realize what a treasure The One is.

    I bought a 6 1/2 lb rump roast on sale and decided to make Daniel Boulud’s shephards pie with whatever I had in the fridge. After going thru all of the prep work and tasting the finished product I felt like it was missing something to make it really savory. I remembered reading the blizzard beef recipe and thinking that you guys were just trying to romanticize being inundated with the four letter word that starts with S (and, yes, we finally broke down and bought a generator and spent the money to have it professionally hooked up).

    Geez, I glugged in about 3/4 cup of Worcestershire sauce and it was the best–really brought out the flavors and was even better the next day.

    Thanks, and The One is definitely a keeper, just like this fabulous secret tip of a three ingredient recipe that has more WS than I ever thought would be great in a recipe. So simple and so good. I still have half the roast left and will be making the real blizzard beef come the next snowed in, generator purring day.

    1. Marilyn, oh, I definitely know he’s a treasure and a keeper. (Well, on those days that he’s not driving me crazy!)

      It’s amazing what some Worcestershire sauce can do. It has so many umami elements in there, and it acts like salt, bringing out the flavor. I hope you enjoy the Blizzard Beef. (Full confession, I add sautéed onions and tomato paste, too. If you look at my Instagram story, somewhere in the middle you’ll see my latest attempt, last winter.)

  2. Finally found a beef stew that got both a “thumbs up” AND “keeper” from very picky hubby…. Thank You David & The One!!!

    1. Armymum, I’ll tell The One. He’s always been a little sad that people haven’t taken to this recipe as well as we have. It’s such a cinch!

      1. I have to say with as much as I LOVE worcestershire sauce and use it in almost everything, I was very skeptical how this would work!!! That may be why….

        I gifted my parents a slow cooker for Christmas (after dad showed up to a potluck with a bungy cord around the cover/handles to his pot of chili!) and my mom called me the other day to see if she could cook a rump roast in it (which she picked up instead of a pot roast). I told her how good this came out and passed it along to her too!

        1. Armymum, hooray! So glad this simple, cockeyed recipe is getting the attention it deserves. I love it!

  3. this sounds like magic! but alas, I am not confident enough to guess: could you venture an estimate of how much volume of W.S fits the description of “several very healthy glugs”? I think it is amazingly generous of The One to share his special famiy recipe. My mother in law cooks the best Jewish food I have ever tasted but she refuses to give me her recipes–she would rather they die with her than she lose her title of the best Jewish cook in the world, very sad. Can’t wait to make this (should I share it with my mother in law? Maybe she will be so impressed she will trade it for her her brisket recipe?)) thanks in advance for the liquid measurement of W.S. volume!

    1. Lynn, alas, I can’t–exactly. I just asked him and he said at least a cup, maybe a cup and a half. The good thing is you can always add more. And (as I say above) he’d kill me if wrote this, but I’d suggest browning a few sliced onions after browning the meat, and maybe tossing in a garlic clove or four.