I am a pretty modest person by nature. I don’t necessarily need to be or even like to be the center of attention, and when I am, I tend to be pretty self-effacing. But I have an admission. Upon rare occasion, I do have moments of brilliance … and I was reminded of one of those moments as I was prepping my marinade for a tonight’s London Broil.
The marinade was simple: some red wine, a few cloves of crushed garlic, Montreal Steak seasoning … probably not even a good marinade for that matter. It’s missing a healthy oil, right? And probably needs some fresh herbs? Well, that’s all I used. That was not the brilliance.
This was the brilliance:
Using a 187 ml bottle of wine, instead of a full bottle. This may be my one original idea of my lifetime. It didn’t come from anyone on the Food Network, and it didn’t come from either of my brothers, or my mother, or my grandmother, or any of my aunts. The idea was all mine … and came about several years ago when I didn’t want to open a full bottle of wine when I only needed a cup as an ingredient.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I like wine … I mean, drinking wine. But polishing off a full bottle after I’ve used only a cup … is beyond my current state of being. I lost tolerance during my child-bearing years, and I’ve never fully recovered.
So now I keep a stash of 187 ml bottles of white and red wine in my pantry. And after the half-cup or cup is measured out for whatever recipe I am concocting, this is what’s left …
… for my enjoyment … or in this case, for my husband’s enjoyment when he walked in the door from work tonight.
Would Martha sue if I said, “It’s a good thing”? Salut, i miei amici!