I know a lot of people who can afford it go in for the big standing rib roast of beef for Christmas. And that's fine, I suppose, but I've never been motivated by the big hunk of beast. So we rarely eat beef at our house, but given that Christmas is a big deal—did you see the decorations on every surface at our house?—I suppose that is the time to break out the beef.
Frankly, though, it was Carter's idea. When Ann asked him what he wanted for Christmas dinner, the 12-year old replied, "Oxtail!" Happy to oblige. Nothing can warm you to your gizzard like a big old bowl of oxtail over creamy polenta. The great part about it is not the beef, but all that gravy co-mingled with the polenta. I could feed on that just about every day of my life.
Talk about difficult dishes to make: throw everything into the crock pot with a bottle of red wine and walk away for 8 hours! I am spoiled though. I'm used to having our oxtail for the restaurant custom cut at Attilio Esposito in Philly. These were rinky-dink little things from the local Food Maxx grocery. But enough bitching already, some oxtail is always better than no oxtail!
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