I supposed to make beef phở today, but I forgot to buy marrow bones for the broth. The ironic thing is, I was at one of the largest Asian grocery stores that took me half an hour of driving to Saint Paul yesterday. This place has almost everything…and I mean…everything for my Asian cooking pleasure, and sad but true, I forgot to picked up the bones. If the spices make up the soul of beef phở, then the marrow bones are the heart of it.
I was not absent-minded, but was distracted.
Grocery shopping trips with my boys are more stress-inducing than needed. I constantly have to keep one eye looking for items that I need, and the other at their hands, feet, and heads to prevent them from knocking the whole aisle of stocked items onto the ground. So while pushing the cart around, I picked up other stuff but not the bones.
My plan B was to make pot roast because I have a piece of chuck roast, and will be making it the Vietnamese style. The piece of roast has been sitting and simmering in low heat in my dutch oven since noon. I just cut three hearty Japanese/Asian sweet potatoes into bite-size cubes, and dropped them into the pot. The roast will be tender and melt-in-your-mouth ready by the time O comes home for work.