Magically Delicious Roast Beef Po-Boys

Magically Delicious Roast Beef Po-Boys

Ingredients:
1 lean eye-of-round roast (Size depends on how many people you are feeding. Warning:
southerners tend to eat twice as much as others, so keep that in mind when figuring
amount needed.)
Flour
Salt
Black Pepper
Red Pepper (Be careful. This stuff is hotter than a love scene!)
Beef Bouillon Cubes
Packaged Brown Gravy Mix
Oil
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Favorite Seasonings
French Bread
Lettuce
Tomatoes

Directions:
Season your roast with salt and pepper. You can also use meat tenderizer, a type of
season all, onion and garlic powder, or whatever seasonings you like. Once the
seasonings are rubbed in well, roll the roast in flour. Heat about ½ inch of oil in a large
pot, then brown the roast on all sides. When the roast is very well browned, add enough
water to the pot to just cover the meat. Add a coupleof beef bouillon cubes. Add salt,
pepper, and other favorite seasonings to the water, then cover, lower the fire and simmer
for a couple of hours.
After 2 hours, remove the roast and place it on a cutting board to cool some. Next slice
and cut the roast up into thin bite-size pieces. Return meat to liquid in pot, stir in a couple
of packs of brown gray mix—can be the kind that comes with onion bits or mushrooms.
Let the mixture and the meat simmer for another hour on low, stirring occasionally to
make sure the gravy doesn’t stick to the bottom of the pot.
To serve, slice off a piece of French bread about 5 inches long. Slice it in half, so you
have a top and bottom for your sandwich. Spoon meat and gravy over the bottom slice,
then place sliced lettuce and tomatoes on top of the roast. Take the top piece of French
bread and coat it with plenty of mayonnaise, then place it on top of the lettuce and
tomatoes. Now you have a real southern dressed roast beef po-boy. (Note. All good roast
beef po-boys are really messy, so plenty of paper towels should be at hand.)
Author's Bio:
Charlotte Dillon was born in Louisiana. As a child she feared bedtime, when the
lights were turned out and her room settled into darkness. There was a way not to notice
the slow movement that she could swear was near her closet, or the soft breaths that she
could almost hear under her bed—make up a story. Each night, while she waited for sleep
to come, she invented characters, designed worlds, and slipped away from the darkness
and her childish fears.
As an adult, Charlotte still makes up bedtime tales, but now she has a perfect
place to share those adventures, in her books. She spends her days as a freelance writer,
and evenings and weekends working on her tales of heroes, horses, and the kind of
romance that dreams are made of.
To learn more about Charlotte, visit her website at:
Or send a message to:
dillon@i-55.com.
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GARBAGE POTATO SALAD
Excerpt from TRUE NATURE:
Olivia placed the tomatoes in a colander on the table and took one out. She took
the knife from Kailen and deftly removed the stem and sliced it into many perfect pieces.
Smiling her toothless grin, she popped the last piece in her mouth.
“Your treat,” she cackled. “You work on these. I will get you a plate. Then I can
start on the lettuce.”
The woman headed back into the cooler leaving Kailen with a colander full of
tomatoes and no idea what to do. She picked up the first tomato and proceeded to cut
them as the woman had showed her.
Olivia shuffled back into the kitchen and took an educated glance at Kailen’s
handiwork.
“A bit thinner than that dear, or that will be all you taste.”
The woman drew another knife from the block and deftly began to chop up the
heads of lettuce. She explained her technique and the reason she did certain things,
walking back to the simmering pots on the stove to stir them every once and a while and
then returning to the lettuce. She filled the colander with chopped lettuce and took it to
the sink to rinse.
Kailen was surprised at the woman’s energy and complete ease in her own
domain. She felt immediately as if the woman was like family, and began to talk with her
more; asking questions about what she was cooking and her favorite recipes and such.
When she had finished the tomatoes and cleaned off her workplace, Olivia placed
a full plate of food in front of her, and smiled.
“See there, lady,” she spoke softly, “You work, you eat. Not so bad now.”
Olivia patted her arm, turned and left the kitchen, leaving Kailen alone with a
huge pile of food and the warmth of a good solid woman.
Garbage Potato Salad