Salisbury Steak: A Cure for the Winter Cold

CindyMurphyBlog.jpgAs a kid, Salisbury steak to me was something to avoid in the school cafeteria’s lunch line, which wasn’t really hard to do.  I mostly brought my lunch from home anyway, except on pizza days because pizza was one of my favorite foods.  It still is, though my taste in toppings has grown up some, and my tolerance for grease has lessened.  The school cafeteria’s pizza was definitely greasy; the Salisbury steak was worse.  It had the look, texture, and I imagine, the taste of soggy cardboard soaked with grease, and it swam in gelatinous sea of coagulated brick-red gravy.  The smell was enough to make my stomach flip-flop.  My brother loved the stuff…but then again, he loved the cafeteria’s “fishwiches” too; sometimes there’s no accounting for taste.  

How could a meat-like substance bathed in greasy gravy be even remotely healthy?  Most likely it wasn’t.  The lunch-line’s version of the dish was a far cry from the original.  A 19th century English and American physician, Dr. James H. Salisbury was one of the earliest proponents of the idea that diet is directly related to health.  He asserted our teeth were designed to chew meat; other foods such as vegetables and starches were actually poisonous to our bodies, and were possibly the cause of heart disease, tumors, mental illness, and tuberculosis.  Eating more lean meat was the prevention, and Salisbury steak, eaten 3 times a day and washed down with hot water, was the cure.   

From his book “The Relation of Alimentation and Disease”, written in 1888, his recipe for the meat dish named for him is as follows: 


"Eat the muscle pulp of lean beef made into cakes and broiled. This pulp should be as free as possible from connective or glue tissue, fat and cartilage.....The pulp should not be pressed too firmly together before broiling, or it will taste livery.  Simply press it sufficiently to hold it together. Make the cakes from half an inch to an inch thick.  Broil slowly and moderately well over a fire free from blaze and smoke. When cooked, put it on a hot plate and season to taste with butter, pepper, salt; also use either Worcestershire or Halford sauce, mustard, horseradish or lemon juice on the meat if desired." 

Muscle pulp, whether or not it’s free of glue tissue, sounds about as appetizing to me as the soggy cardboard the school served.  Sometime long after Dr. Salisbury died, and after elementary school cafeterias started serving healthier food; infinitely more appetizing than either the good doctor’s or the school’s versions, comes “Mom’s Salisbury Steak”.  

There are probably more recipes for Salisbury steak as there are kids in a school cafeteria, but all versions have a few things in common:  the “steak” is ground beef formed into a patty; it’s served with a cream, brown, or tomato-based gravy; noodles or mashed potatoes typically round out the meal – a rather ironic twist considering Dr. Salisbury’s contention that starch was poisonous to the body, and Salisbury steak was the cure.

Mom gave me her recipe early in our marriage, and for all these years, it’s proved to be an easy, delicious, and favorite meal.  

 

“Mom’s” Salisbury Steak
 

1 ½ lbs of ground beef

Dash of pepper

1 egg – slightly beaten

1/3 cup of flour

1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

1 can condensed French onion soup

4 oz chopped mushrooms

½ cup bread crumbs

¼ cup ketchup

¼ cup water

½ teaspoon mustard

 

In a mixing bowl, sprinkle meat with pepper.  Add egg, bread crumbs and 1/3 cup of soup.  Mix thoroughly.  Shape meat into patties (or meatballs).  Dip lightly in flour and shake off excess.  Heat margarine in frying pan, brown patties on all sides, then set aside.  Combine ketchup, water, Worcestershire sauce and mustard in the pan, and simmer uncovered.  Thicken with 1 tablespoon of flour and remaining soup, stirring until well blended.  Spoon over meat and garnish with mushroom slices.  Return to simmer, covered, for about 30 minutes. 

Here would be a good place for a photo of the finished product; a picture of an appetizing Salisbury steak artfully arranged on a bed of egg noodles, let’s say, with a side of green beans, and maybe a slice of crusty bread.  It’d look mouthwatering, enticing you to try the recipe in your own kitchen.   

Unfortunately, you’ll have to trust me; I have no photo as proof that Mom’s recipe makes such a meal.  Way back in October, I went to the beach during a particularly strong windstorm.  My camera and I were immediately pelted with spray from the lake and blowing sand; it felt like thousands of tiny pin pricks on my bare face and hands.  The gulls didn’t seem to mind wind blowing hard enough to tear down the newly erected snow fencing, but my camera minded a lot.  In defiance it froze on whatever setting it was on at the time….which is obviously not the “make food look appetizing” setting. 

Therefore, I will leave you with a photo of Lake Michigan that windy, cold and wet day.  Her recipe may not live up to Dr. Salisbury’s claim that his dish is a cure for mental illness, but Mom’s Salisbury Steak is certainly a comforting cure for cold, blustery day.  
 

     Lake Michigan Windstorm 
 

A Cupful of Late Night Ramblings

CindyMurphyBlog.jpgOn a recent trip to Arizona, my brother, while hiking in the desert, came upon a sign along the trail that read, “When you’re halfway done with your water, you’re halfway done with your hike.”  Looking at what was left in his bottle, he turned around and headed back, determining his hike half over. 

The story reminded me of the glass half full/glass half empty analogy. Is the glass half empty, or half full?  It’s a question of perspective, the glass being a metaphor for life.  It’s generally thought pessimists will see the glass as being half empty, because they see only what’s missing in their lives.  An optimist, on the other hand, will view it as half full, focusing on the good things in life. 

Does this mean my brother is a pessimist for seeing his water bottle as half-empty?  Would an optimist have seen it as half-full, and say, “Hey, I’ve got plenty of water left!” only to be found later, crawling through the desert, with vultures circling overhead?

Arizona desert 

Is it ever better to see the glass half empty?

I remember the first time Keith took me to meet his parents.  A Northerner, I was unaccustomed to many things Southern – one of them being sweet tea.  At dinner, his mother poured me a glass of it, and I took a big gulp.  Sickly sweet with the consistency of syrup, it was all I could do to keep from spitting it across the table.  I stared at that half-full glass of tea, and wished it was half-empty.  Completely empty would have been better.

One of the first magazine articles I had published was a humorous essay about shopping for perfect-fitting bras.  I wrote the piece for a writers’ group I had recently joined. Humor is subjective, and given the subject matter, I was nervous about reading it aloud in front of strangers. The piece went over well, very well actually, and my confidence was raised; I decided to try to get it published. I changed titles, revised, altered and tailored it to fit the needs of different magazines. A year and a half later, after two rejection letters, and six months after I submitted it to a third women’s publication, I got a call from the editor: they wanted to publish it, but it would have to undergo yet another revision to “get it by the censors,” (the topic lent itself to endless bad puns, which I happen to love, and I’d pulled out all the stops).

A short time after publication, our writers’ group was giving a reading at a local bookstore.  It was unanimously decided the bra-shopping piece should be my contribution.  This presented a dilemma for me:  each time I had edited, I changed the existing file, never saving previous changes. The final, published article was far removed from what I’d originally written – and I liked the original the best.  I tried to recreate it from memory, never quite getting it right … but ending up with my favorite of the many titles I gave it:  “A-Cup Half Full.”  For a brief period after the reading, I enjoyed mild recognition being known as “The Bra Lady.”  My fifteen minutes of fame, and it just had to be about underwear!    

What does this have to do with half full or half empty cups, (the proverbial kind, not those made of material and lace)?

Suppose, after reading the piece to the writers’ group, and being pleased with their reaction, I viewed my cup as half full?  “Cool”, I might have thought, then would probably stick it in a drawer to be forgotten until I decided it was time clean out my desk, when inevitably it would have ended up in the trash. 

Instead, I was motivated.  Perhaps seeing my cup as half empty, led me to want more – to continue filling the cup, so to speak.  Looking at it this way, maybe it’s better to see the glass as half empty; looking at it half-full leads to complacency, and after a while, the water becomes stagnant. 

Silly articles about bras aside, focusing on the empty part of the glass has led many people to accomplish great things by working to improve their lives, and the lives of others.  There’s a whole lot of potential when one aspires to fill that glass.           

 Although having more than a few magazine articles published since the bra story, I’ve never viewed myself as a “writer”.  By definition, “writer” is “one who writes, especially as an occupation.”  Writing as an occupation might be a fantasy of mine, but the reality is, writing magazine articles is not going to feed or clothe my family.  I enjoy it, though, and so I continue to plug along. 

In a slip of the tongue, my husband once told someone I was an “expiring” writer.  Though he meant “aspiring”, lately it seems “expiring” is the more appropriate word.  In the broadest definition, a “writer” writes.  It’s been months since I hit that brick wall: writer’s block.  Time is a contributing factor; I have one glass that’s filled to the brim with responsibilities, while my writer’s glass remains empty. 

But is a cup ever really empty?  Try this simple experiment:

Get 2 clear glasses, and fill one halfway with water.  Is the glass half full or half empty?  You decide.  Now fill the sink with water, and hold the other glass upside down, carefully lowering it into the water until it reaches the bottom of the sink.  Is it still empty?

HA!  There’s no water in it, but it’s not empty.  Air inside the glass prevents it from filling with water, meaning the glass was already full from the start.  

A seemingly empty glass is always full of possibilities.  It’s full of thoughts not yet written, partially formed ideas waiting to be fleshed out; it holds promise, growth, excitement and adventure.   

So, as I sit here typing, rambling along long after I should have gone to bed, I wonder what conclusions I can draw from any of this:

For one, my mother-in-law’s sweet tea would probably gag even a person dying of thirst, crawling through the desert. 

It’s not a bad thing to be recognized for your undergarments, (better if you’re a designer for Victoria’s Secret perhaps, but sometimes you take what you can get).

Save everything  – something written long ago might one day come in handy.  In a broader sense, don’t lose sight of your past.  We draw on and learn from previous experiences.       

Adaptability is a necessity.  Original ideas don’t always pan out the way we envision; adjusting plans to enable us reach our goals is sometimes in order.     

Based on these ramblings, late at night is definitely not the best time to contemplate too hard over the answers to rhetorical questions.   

And it is a rhetorical question.  Perhaps the only definitive answer concerning the fullness of cups, is that if your cup runneth over it’s time to get a bigger bra. 

When things get tough, people like to say they “count their blessings”, meaning they focus on the good things instead of the negative.   The idiom is similar to the question of glasses.  It seems to me, counting blessings forces the glass to be viewed as half full.  Wouldn’t it be a better view to be thankful for what you have, but continue striving to make each day better than the last?  When our glass might seem empty, the void is actually filled with intangible, unseen things – both good and bad – which shape our lives, making us who we are, who we will become, and what we have yet to accomplish.   

The glass it would seem, whether or not it is made of crystal, is multifaceted. 

So for the New Year, here’s a glass – just a glass to see filled however you wish.  Raise it high.  Cheers!

 

 


MY COMMUNITY


Categories



Pay Now & Save 50% Off the Cover Price

First Name: *
Last Name: *
Address: *
City: *
State/Province: *
Zip/Postal Code:*
Country:
Email:*


(* indicates a required item)
Canadian subs: 1 year, (includes postage & GST). Foreign subs: 1 year, . U.S. funds.
Canadian Subscribers - Click Here
Non US and Canadian Subscribers - Click Here

Live The Good Life with Grit!

For more than 125 years, Grit has helped its readers live more prosperously and happily while emphasizing the importance of community and a rural lifestyle tradition. In each bimonthly issue, Grit includes helpful articles, humorous and inspiring articles, captivating photos, gardening and cooking advice, do-it-yourself projects and the practical reader advice you would expect to find in America’s premier rural lifestyle magazine.

Get your guide to living outside the city limits delivered straight to your mailbox. Subscribe to Grit today!  Simply fill in your information below to receive 1 year (6 issues) of Grit for only $19.95!

SPECIAL BONUS OFFER!

At Grit, we have a tradition of respecting the land that sustains rural America. That’s why we want you to save money and trees by subscribing to Grit through our automatic renewal savings plan. By paying now with a credit card, you save an additional $5 and get 6 issues of Grit for only $14.95 (USA only).

Or, Bill Me Later and send me one year of Grit for just $19.95!