I know that the “hey, I cooked something!” posts are as boring and self-indulgent as the “hey, I can grow hair out of my face!” posts, but cut me some slack, nerds: this is all new, exciting territory for me. Gone is the babyfaced toast chef; in his place is a bearded creator of irresistible cakes and magical pork dishes. I have new powers, and, as befits our modern society of narcissistic over-sharing, I feel the need to report back to you every time I wield them.
My latest culinary conquering is this Jamie Oliver Steak and Guinness pie recipe. I’ve had it made for me a couple of times, but I’ve never been brave enough to try and make it for myself. Instead, I spent the last two years merely dreaming about it while I crammed burritos into my face and willed them to taste as good. They never did, but in a cruel twist of irony, I now dream of Chipotle all the time.
And guess what? Okay, fine, you guessed correctly: I made it, and it was a success. The pie tasted just as fucking amazing as I remembered it, and I didn’t blow anything up. I did burn a couple fingers, but this nothing new; par for the course. First degree burns are a badge of honor. And besides, the pie was so next level delicious, it was a small price to pay. If you’re looking for a good, hearty winter dish, I can’t recommend this enough. I left out the cheese, but before you dismiss this as me being cheese-o-phobic, I should point out that this is how I’ve always had it, and honestly, I don’t think it would be as good with the cheese. But either way, this will be your new favorite thing ever. Assuming you like things that are good.
Just remember: When the pan’s been sitting in the oven for an hour and a half, it will be hot.