There’s just something about slow-cooked, saucy, sloppy BBQ that comforts like nothing else.
I was in the mood for some BBQ this morning, so I decided to finally make use of the massive, 10-pound contraption that has been consuming the entire bottom shelf of our pantry. It’s like the mac daddy of Crock-Pots, given to me by my mother-in-law this past Christmas. We have only used it once so far. Despite the implied convenience of a slow-cooker, its size almost makes it an inconvenience for me. (YOU try lifting that sucker off the bottom shelf). Let’s just say I was feeling all muscly this morning!
I picked up a small bottom-round roast at the big P this morning, and had all the other ingredients on hand. I checked out this recipe from Southern Living, but of course added a few tweaks of my own. Here’s the deal:
Sarah’s Sloppy Slow-Cooked BBQ Beef Sandwiches
- Small bottom-round or eye of round roast (I used a 2-pounder, but you can use up to 3 lb. roast)
- 1 cup ketchup; catsup for you country-folk (the hubby and I only use Heinz)
- Dash of Worcestershire sauce, you know, Lea & Perrins®
- 1/2 cup packed brown sugar—dark or light
- 1 cup beef broth (I used chicken—whatever you have on hand works)
- 1/2 cup lemon juice
- 2 cloves garlic—smashed, minced or chopped
- Tablespoon of Dijon mustard…”Pardon me, do you happen to have any Grey Poupon®?”
- Kosher salt and pepper to taste, plus salt for seasoning the roast
- 1/4 of a sweet onion, cut in large chunks
‘Greds for Serving
- Hearty hamburger buns, rolls, white bread— whatever you want!
- Bread & butter pickle rounds
1. Put everything but the beef in a medium-sized bowl. Whisk together.
2. Trim beef roast of excess fat and “uglies,” and cut in half so you have two shorter pieces of roast.
3. Add half of the sauce mixture to a large slow-cooker and layer on half of the onion chunks.
4. Place the two chunks of beef right on top of the sauce and onions.
5. Place the remainder of the onion around the beef and top it all off with the reserved sauce mixture.
6. Pop the lid on that baby and set to cook on high setting for 7 hours.
8. Using two forks, shred the beef in the slow-cooker, and let it soak in the saucy goodness until ready to serve.
Serve on top of toasted buns with as much or as little juice as you want and bread & butter pickle rounds.
Completely random strangers graciously handed me cups of water, Gatorade, GU energy gels, baggies filled with ice and even Girl Scout Cookies today.
I got the best high-five of my life around mile 7 from a little girl who was probably 4 or 5 years old. She helped me make my way over that first bridge.
I ran next to a woman who must have been 70 or older, skin hanging everywhere, running away like a machine, like it was nothing. This was the one point in the race when I almost cried. She was absolutely inspirational. I couldn’t help but look at her and smile the biggest smile of my life.
I passed a woman who was fighting cancer but living life—head shaved, pink shirt, running like mad—proving to the world that nothing could slow her down.
There was so much to smile about today. I never felt the pain in my knees or the blisters on my feet. Every strike of my shoes on the pavement brought me one step closer to doing something for me. Something I set as a goal for myself many months ago. Something that I really never dreamed I could do. But something I had to prove to myself.
13.1. Take THAT, Dr. Adler.
I had a pretty tough pediatrician as a kid, who didn’t exactly provide the most encouraging motivation for us to lose weight. My brother and I both had a tough time with it around the same age. We both eventually turned to running.
I don’t think I have seen Dr. Adler since ninth grade, since I lost all the weight. I don’t even want to see him. I just want to write him a note. “Remember me? Guess the happy meals didn’t really hurt me after all.” I’d of course include a 13.1 sticker for his car.
But I didn’t do it to prove anything to anyone. I didn’t do it just so I could put a cool sticker on my car. I didn’t do it for the shirt or the shiny medal. Today was all about me.
Jaime asked me if I wanted to sign up for the 2012 Iron Girl half marathon in November of last year, and I did it right away on the first day registration opened. At first, I questioned her and I questioned myself. 13.1 miles? I had never really run more than 5 or 6. I would have to run more than double that. I talked to Marcelo about it. A few other people looked at me with eyebrows raised. It just reinforced the fact that this was for ME. My body, my goal— I can push myself to do anything I want. And I really believe in that. You really can do anything you set your sights on.
As I started up the second bridge, the storm that was brewing let loose. Sideways wind and cool rain pushed hard at all of us as we left mile 11 and headed towards mile 12. These mile markers mean so much more than just a distance. Especially these last few. They mean you’re almost there, there’s no turning back— you are really doing this! At mile 12 the fun started. I think I smiled the whole way in.
Strangers lined the street and I could see the finish line. I got so many high fives. Cowbells rang out. People cheered. I pushed it as hard as I could and I crossed that finish line with a smile still on my face.
As I stopped running I felt a rush come over me. A tingly happy feeling I don’t think I can describe. I just can’t wait to see my finishing photo. I know I couldn’t possibly have smiled harder or bigger.
No, no, I’m not talking about that. Get your minds out of the gutter!
What I’m talking about is hobbies.
Now, I am not the expert on marriage by any means, I’ve only been in this thing for just over a month— but I do know what has worked for our relationship and what has not over the past 5+ years of coupledom. I think one of the most important aspects of a relationship — or marriage — is having a joint appreciation for some thing you can do together.
It took us long enough to finally figure it out, but for us, that hobby is running.
We started running together when I lived on campus at USF, but didn’t stick with it due to busy schedules, a definite lack of motivation and a certain “comfortableness” in our relationship. We got the husband-wife syndrome early on, and became two lazy old folks. We went to movies, ate dinner and stayed in.
When we got engaged November 2010 and we realized we were at the prime age at which our metabolism might begin it’s slow but steady decline, it was time to get back on it. It wasn’t easy at first.
We had to start out slow, and boy was it rough. Just one mile was tough at the start. But we persevered and had a small victory when we participated in the Apple Store’s (where Marcelo works) Cardio Challenge. We completed a 5K without stopping. Then we ran the Lutz Independence Day 5k on July 4th. Every small accomplishment kept us going!
From then on, running again only got easier—and it was something we could truly do together. We have increased our mileage and we have seen together the huge improvement running has made on our health. And the best part is, we’ve done it together! It has been easier that way and it feels like we have accomplished this together. I would even venture to say that our little “hobby” has even brought us closer together.
So, what do you and yours do together for fun, for health or just for kicks? Whatever it is, keep it up. This hobby stuff may not seem like serious business, but in the grand scheme of things I believe it works wonders for your relationship! Here’s to doing it together!
Don’t be afraid to add alcohol. Although it can definitely help you have fun, this can easily work with or against our goal of staying healthy, depending on who you ask. There are so many conflicting studies on the benefits and the health effects of alcohol. Some say 1 drink per day for women and 2 per day for men can actually benefit your health. Others say just that one drink for women can up our chances of developing breast cancer. For today, we’re just going to say alcohol adds a little fun to your life, and if used responsibly, can be a great form of stress-relief and relaxation.
Here’s our most recent creation: The Cucumber Martini. Martinis don’t mess around, so alter the dosages if you prefer to have less (or more) fun. We first tried and fell in love with this at a bar in New Tampa.
Start by thinly slicing an ice-cold cuke.
Add a few slices to a cocktail shaker glass and muddle up really good with a muddler or anything else you have on hand that will get the job done. We used a wooden spoon since we haven’t quite stocked our newlywed kitchen. For a flavor variation on this, try adding a few sprigs of mint and muddle with the cucumber.
Next, simply add in 3 ounces (2 shots) of vodka, 1/2 ounce of simple syrup, 1/4 ounce of lemon juice and a handful of ice. Shake vigorously and strain into a martini glass.
Garnish with a fresh cucumber slice on the side or float one in the drink itself. Voilà!