I am sure you all remember when Brian outed me last Thursday as wifezilla, queen of the clean house. I’d like to publicly apologize, because hell hath no fury like a girl who’s Mom is on her way in town.
I fully acknowledge my 6 shades of crazy. But I do wish you would all sympathize with me. Think about it. You’ve lived somewhere a full year and your mom hasn’t seen it yet. You are Type A and really want it to look like you have your shit together. You are PMSing. You have big presentations at work which keep you from sorting out your personal business. Did I mention your mom is on her way? Also, she’s allergic to your cats.
Did I mention you’re on the rage train of womanhood? Did I also mention you’re a control freak? Like fold toilet paper squares nuts?
Oh, I already told you those things about yourself which you can only admit when it’s 3:30 in the morning and you can’t sleep because you’re worried you need to dust that bookshelf just one.more.time.
Yes, it sure was at 3:30 AM when I silently admitted to myself that I have a serious problem, and that is my extreme need for absolutely everything in the world to go my way or the death highway.
In my honest opinion, I firmly believe that you can NEVER plan something enough. I could have written out our 5 day week in 6 minute increments and would have probably been annoyed that I couldn’t get it nailed down to 5.
So poor Brian, lives with an absolute joy of a wife. A real peach.
And the only way I can begin to repay him for my extreme assholery, is to make him a brisket so loaded with garlic that it knocks him into next Wednesday. Because time is the only thing that is going to wear off this level of insane.
Garlic Brisket
Ingredients:
- Olive Oil - 2 tablespoons
- beef brisket - 1, 4 pounds
- kosher salt and fresh black pepper - to taste
- garlic - 4 heads, peeled
- sweet onion - 1 large
- dry red wine - 1 cup
- beef broth - 3 cups
- fresh oregano - 2 teaspoons, chopped
- fresh basil - 1 teaspoon, chopped
- tomato paste - 1 tablespoon
Instructions:
Love,
Whit
