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Directions:Tenderize your meat with a knife or tenderizing hammer. Place the steak in the flour you have seasoned with salt and pepper. Place the steak in the hot oil in your skillet, brown the meat and turn over to brown the other side. Don't crowd the steak, in the hot oil, brown each steak, take out of oil and place on a plate until you have all of them browned. Then put all the steak back in the pan after you have loosed all the flour scrapings in the bottom of the skillet. After the steak is back in the skillet, add enough water, mushroom or celery soup, to cover the meat, cover, turn heat to a simmer and let cook for about 1 hour. This will finish making the meat tender and delicious. As it cooks it will make a wonderful gravy to use over mashed potatoes. You can speed the cooking time with a pressure cooker, using the amount of time your area calls for. Just don't cool by letting cold water run over. it will cause the meat to get tough. Let it cool in its time. |
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Notes: Mama made this steak often. It was really a wonderful meal. Mama made mashed potatoes from potatoes out of the garden. She would open a jar of green beans or green peas, and a jar of her pickled beets, add slices of her homemade bread with butter and spiced peach jam, and a fresh garden salad, if in the summer/fall of the year. Everything, except maybe the butter, came from their freezer or basement. Mama had melamine dishes, blue, pink, white and yellow ones. These were set on the table and we kids must have had our places, we didn't argue over the color of the plate in front of us, nor the place we sat. After we all got to the table, we held the hand of the person next to us, Daddy prayed, then we ate like kings. Our meal often ended with Mama's canned peaches or pears. Later we had cake or pie or whatever Mama made, sometimes it was pudding. Our table wasn't loud and noisy, but we all did share and visit. What we each had to say was important. We weren't allowed to argue or disagree with each other. As we got older, we were encouraged to get involved with our church group. Jeanie and I were close enough in age, we often wanted to be involved with the same thing, but not with each other. One of these occasions gave me the last spanking I got from Daddy. Jeanie and I were discussing (nice word) the fact I told her what to expect when she took a position with the youth group and all I said, every time she tried to explain what was happening, was "I told you so." I said this often enough Jeanie slapped me, which of course caused me to retaliate right back, we were standing in the doorway between the kitchen and front room, her trying to talk and me interrupting with an "I told you so," until she slapped me and I returned it. Daddy was tired of listening to us and when we got physical with each other, he stepped in with, "If you're going to hit each other, I will finish it!" He only spanked me on my backside with just one hit. Can't remember if Jeanie got her spanking. All I remember is he hit me just once and left. We knew he was done with my attitude and her complaining, so we quit and didn't cause him to step in and end our "discussion" again. When we were growing up and did something that needed disciplined, but Daddy didn't know who was a fault, whoever was involved got spanked until he found out who was the culprit, and then they got spanked again. He didn't apologize for spanking the wrong person - we were involved and if we couldn't solve our problem, we all deserved his spanking. He used his hand and it wasn't ever more than a spanking. Whether we were or were not the guilty party, we were guilty of a problem, maybe not the instigator, but involved. We all had a healthy fear/respect of Daddy. This fear kept me from getting in trouble, because at times, I could have, if it were not for this healthy fear/respect.
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