Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I don't usually share this kind of info

I have a marinade for steaks which I've developed over a period of several years. It has, according to my wife, silently slipped me into the upper echelon of grillers in America.

No, of COURSE I'm not sharing THAT recipe.

I have more recently developed a secondary marinade - whose base was the brilliant idea of my friend Rick - and I will now share that recipe:

Start with a bottle of Crystal Louisiana Hot Sauce. Don't be shy, use the entire bottle. Add about a cup of the italian dressing of your choice, but not the low-fat kind. Give me a break.

Then stir in a quarter-cup of soy sauce, and a half-cup of red wine. (make sure you've opened a fresh bottle, merlot works best, and it is your responsibility to drink the rest of the bottle while working around the kitchen) Stir this concoction into a nice, orangish sauce. While stirring, add two tablespoons of brown sugar and one teaspoon of powdered mustard.

Soak meat in this marinade for at least 2 hours, but shoot for 3. More than that, and you'll likely lose the flavor of the meat. Prior to putting the meat in the marinade, I like to rub it with Montreal seasoning. Use whatever floats your boat.

This is a marinade designed for beef. Use on other meats at your own risk, I haven't tried it.

If you have a favorite marinade, share it by commenting below. If not, fine... you're probably a ketchup person.


Lightning Bug's Butt said...

Sounds like heaven.

I think I'll fire up the grill tonight.

Dr. Mike said...

Dave, that marinade doesn't only SOUND good, it's one of the best I've tasted. Thanks for dinner yesterday-- You have acheived the level of Master Griller.

Ahh, what a night: Good friends, good food, illegal cigars, and expensive Scotch...

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Needs more beer. In the marinader.

Dave Morris said...

LBB, hope your BBQ was everything you wanted it to be, and included post-cookout sex.

Mike, I felt an earth-shattering, society-changing idea coming on during the smokage of the cubans, but the women pooped out and had to get their rest. Sissies.

Snake, I MEANT to put beer in it, but turns out I applied it directly... to the chef.