Normally my mother is the one to make the beef stroganoff. But last yesterday she was at the hospital all day with my great grandfather a.k.a. “Bumpa” (love that guy) so I was left to make it by myself. I don’t know why but I was always scared to make it. Kinda like my weird fear of serving lasagna…don’t judge.
Once I started making it, realized how easy it was going to be. I didn’t have any egg noodles in the pantry so I recruited some small/medium/big hands….. okay maybe it was everyone in the house.
Thank goodness they agreed because it would have taken me almost an hour to mix, roll, cut and twist enough noodles for ten people. With everyone helping it took about twenty-five minutes. And I really enjoyed cooking with everyone, we had a good time. We finished this process a little before lunch and let them dry on stacked trays on the counter until we were ready to start dinner.
As for the sauce, I have seen my mother make it many times before so I knew generally what I was supposed to be doing, but I didn’t have the recipe. Having a recipe is, ya know, kind of important when you are trying to make said recipe. So I called my mother at the hospital (Bumpa was doing alright, thank God), and (strangely) she had the whole darn thing memorized. She…..is an amazing woman to say the least. Not only does she have all 8 of her children’s names, favorite colors, shoe sizes, favorite dinner, and birthdays memorized, but apparently, she memorizes recipes too?!?!?!
The final product was, in my mothers words, SLAMMIN’!!! Guys, I have never heard anyone but her say that. Is it an 80’s thing???
Here’s the recipe: