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Citrus-Garlic Flank Steak

Citrus-Garlic Flank Steak

by Pam on June 3, 2013

I found this recipe on Closet Cooking[1] that looked like it would satisfy my Mexican food craving. I made a Fruit Salad with Citrus-Honey Dressing[2] and a Black Bean Salad with Avocado, Tomatoes, Red Onion, and Cilantro[3] for dinner to pair with this flank steak. I let the meat marinate for 6 hours and it turned out flavorful, tender, and juicy. We all loved the steak, especially my daughter, who took some of  the leftovers to school in her thermos the next day. The steak was extra tasty with some fresh lime juice squeezed over it. I made my husband some burritos the next day using the black bean salad and the flank steak, he said they were fantastic. Thanks for the terrific recipe Kevin!

Combine the oil, orange juice, lime juice, jalapeno, cilantro, garlic, cumin, oregano, sea salt, and freshly cracked pepper together in a large zip lock bag. Seal and squish well with hands to mix the marinade. Add the flank steak and place into the refrigerator to marinate for 6 hours.

Remove the flank from the refrigerator 20 minutes prior to cooking. Heat a grill pan over medium high heat and coat with cooking spray. Add the flank steak to the HOT grill pan and cook 3-4 minutes then flip and continue cooking for 2-3 minutes for medium rare; or until you have reached your desired degree of doneness. Remove from the grill pan and place on a cutting board to rest for 5 minute prior to slicing against the grain. Serve and enjoy.

 



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Citrus-Garlic Flank Steak






Ingredients:

1 1 lb lean flank steak
2 tbsp vegetable oil
1/4 cup fresh orange juice (about 1 orange)
2 tbsp lime juice (about 1 lime)
1/2 jalapeno, finely diced
2 tbsp cilantro, chopped
3 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 tsp cumin
1/2 tsp oregano
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper

Directions:

Combine the oil, orange juice, lime juice, jalapeno, cilantro, garlic, cumin, oregano, sea salt, and freshly cracked pepper together in a large zip lock bag. Seal and squish well with hands to mix the marinade. Add the flank steak and place into the refrigerator to marinate for 6 hours.

Remove the flank from the refrigerator 20 minutes prior to cooking. Heat a grill pan over medium high heat and coat with cooking spray. Add the flank steak to the HOT grill pan and cook 3-4 minutes then flip and continue cooking for 2-3 minutes for medium rare; or until you have reached your desired degree of doneness. Remove from the grill pan and place on a cutting board to rest for 5 minute prior to slicing against the grain. Serve and enjoy.



Recipe and photos by For the Love of Cooking.net
Original recipe by Kevin at Closet Cooking

References

  1. ^ Closet Cooking (www.closetcooking.com)
  2. ^ Fruit Salad with Honey-Citrus Dressing (www.gordon-ramsay-recipe.com)
  3. ^ Black Bean Salad with Avocado, Tomatoes, Red Onion, and Cilantro (www.gordon-ramsay-recipe.com)
  4. ^ Print Recipe (www.gordon-ramsay-recipe.com)
  5. ^ Save to ZipList Recipe Box (www.gordon-ramsay-recipe.com)

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Hairy Bikers’ steak and ale pie

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A really easy-to-follow recipe for a delicious and rich steak and ale pie from The Hairy Bikers. You can’t beat good, hearty British grub for a bit of comfort food and Si and Dave don’t disappoint with this famous pie recipe.

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If you’ve got time to make your own puff pastry, here’s the recipe you’ll need for flaky puffy pastry

Ingredients

  • 900g stewing steak, diced
  • 25g flour, plus extra for dusting
  • 100g butter
  • 2 onions roughly chopped
  • 2 cloves of garlic, roughly chopped
  • 2 medium carrots, roughly chopped
  • 150g button mushrooms
  • 2 sprigs fresh thyme
  • 400ml good-quality ale
  • 500ml beef stock
  • Salt and pepper
  • 1 egg, beaten for glazing
  • 300g ready-made rolled puff pastry

Method

  1. Preheat the oven to 220°C/428°F/gas mark 7.
  2. Pour flour into a bowl and season well.
  3. Coat the meat with the seasoned flour.
  4. Heat half the butter in a heated pan and add the meat. Sear all over until golden brown.
  5. Add the vegetables, herbs, ale and stock. Bring to a simmer, then cover with a lid and gently simmer for 1 hr.
  6. When cooked, season, add the remaining butter and pour into an ovenproof serving dish.
  7. Brush the edge of the dish with the beaten egg.
  8. Roll out the pastry using as little flour as possible and place over the dish.
  9. Pinch the edges of the dish so that the pastry will stick to it and trim off any remaining pieces of pastry from around the edge.
  10. Brush the pastry top thoroughly with the remaining beaten egg and place on a baking tray.
  11. Bake in the oven for 20-30 mins until the pastry is golden brown on top.

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Nutritional information

Guideline Daily Amount for 2,000 calories per day are: 70g fat, 20g saturated fat, 90g sugar, 6g salt.

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Mango salsa

SORRY NO PIC, BLOGGER PLAYING UP. COMING SOON. IT SORT OF LOOKS LIKE A BOWL OF CHOPPED MANGO WITH GREEN AND RED BITS IN IT. VERY NICE. YOU CAN FIND SOMETHING SIMILAR BY GOOGLING “MANGO SALSA”

It’s been an epiphanous week.

It started when my nanny got flu. “I can come in, I suppose,” she said faintly down the phone last Monday. “My temperature is only 103.”

“No you’re alright,” I said. And then started to panic about how the fuck I was going to cope alone, no nanny, no cleaner (holiday) no husband (out covering the Olympics) no mummy (holiday) no sisters (holiday) no local friends (holiday – and I don’t have that many anyway) for an entire week.

I won’t lie, I have never looked forward to being in sole charge of Kitty. It’s a thing that depresses me – both spending a lot of time alone with her and also being depressed about being depressed about it.

At first it was ghastly. She didn’t seem to want to be with me any more than I wanted to be with her. I dragged her hither and thither in her buggy, shunting her quickly from one activity to the next, shied away from the tv like it was an unexploded bomb. If it got turned on, I fretted, it would never turn off again until she goes to nursery next September.

When Kitty would go down for her lunchtime nap I would get in to bed and pull the duvet over me, squeeze my eyes shut and think “Christ, how are we going to manage this?”

But by Tuesday afternoon I had it licked.

I don’t know if all toddlers are the same but Kitty has this incredibly short attention span, like a drunk, and what she likes to do is roam. So I turned the ground floor into a sort of toddler fresher’s fair, with small activities ranged around, from telly at one end, stickers, drawing and playdoh in the middle, the iPad somewhere around, books and rice cakes towards the kitchen, a paddling pool in the garden and her own mini-buggy with which to commute between these activities.

The telly was on all day, every day, all week, set to a murmuring background volume, tuned to CBeebies, although she was not, in the end, as interested in it as I feared. And anyway I ceased to care one way or the other. I let go. She ranged around, singing, talking to herself, talking to me, talking to the mirror, climbing on and off furniture, digging around in the dirt, flopping out on her beanbag in front of Mr Tumble, gorging on raspberries from the garden, vomiting dramatically and then saying “Oh dear!!” while she regarded the red puddle. Meanwhile, I found that I did actually have time to cook and the house didn’t fall into irreparable chaos, (although there has been an awful lot of scrabbling around for things at the last minute).

We had a wicked time. Honestly we did. I’m not just saying that, in some sort of “Ooo and then everything was alright” kind of way. It was great. I learned all sorts of things about her I didn’t know. It was genuinely hilarious. I didn’t miss any of the things I do when I’ve got a nanny. I realised, in fact, that I don’t especially enjoy myself when I do have that free time.

Like now. I am sitting alone in my huge, spooky house while Kitty is out with her nanny and 40,000 other Caribbean children somewhere in Peckham having an amazing time and will not be back until bathtime.

And if I think about it too much, I might get upset. So let’s go; let’s fly you and I away from this gloomy now, to a different time, back to 2006 when I had just started on Londoner’s Diary, which as I’m sure you know is the gossip page of the Evening Standard.

One day appeared a new girl in the editor’s office. The editor liked to have a lot of girls around and she was very mean to all of them. She thought she was in the Devil Wears Prada or something and that being mean to your assistants is terribly glamorous, but we knew that we were actually in a scummy daily newspaper office in West London and that people who are mean to their assistants are bitches who will rot in hell.

The editor’s girls didn’t usually last. They all had office affairs eventually, which then went sour, then they went on sick leave, then never came back. But Connie, or “Beautiful Connie” as she quickly became known, was different. She was smart. She couldn’t have been less interested in the skinny boys on news or any of the fast-talking, grizzled and jowly back bench. Her boyfriends were always incredibly tall mega-Sloanes that she’d known she was six, who thought journalists were dismal little people. Yet there was a steely glint in her sleepy brown eyes and a taut resiliance in her long, long blonde hair and perky tiny-flower-patterned mini dresses.

The editor had finally met her match.

She was my best – and, sometimes, only – friend at the Standard. I would often poke my head into the editor’s office, where she sat drinking pot after pot of fresh ginger tea that was so strong that when you drank it, it felt like your whole face was on fire and she would shriek, quietly: “ESTHER!! Oh my god I’ve just eaten an entire Bounty and TWO packets of Maltesers!!!”

I have been thinking about Connie recently because I came across a recipe for a mango salsa, which she used to make for me in the weeny galley kitchen of her top floor flat in Notting Hill. Roasting in summer and freezing in winter, (“I think another bad January might finish me off”),  Connie’s flat was a miracle of survival, like those plants you get in the desert, or 100,000 miles under the sea.

Anyway she almost always has the ingredients in her kitchen for this spicy mango salsa, and it’s quite, quite delicious. My husband and I had this with a very rich jerk pork belly, which didn’t work at all, it was too rick and gacky and yuk. It would be very good instead with some plain steak, or a tuna steak (although these days one cannot really eat such things) or a plain white fish like turbot or pollock.

Makes enough for 2-3

1 mango – diced
juice of 1 lime
small handful coriander
a sprinkling of fresh mint
1 chilli – no seeds – chopped finely
1 avocado, diced
salt

1 Put everything in a bowl and mix

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