While typically I rule the kitchen and Dave is the Grillmaster, the one thing Dave really rocks on the stove is béarnaise sauce. He has long used a recipe from a beat-up, falling apart Betty Crocker cookbook from the year one, and it is just the most delectable sauce ever to be made. Butter, egg yolks, tarragon, shallots, vinegar…sighhhhh. My sister claims she’d be happy with just a dish of it and a spoon. And a Lipitor chaser.
Sometimes, though, let’s just say Dave has “worked too hard during the day” to take the time to finely mince the shallots, and he ends up cutting them into large dice instead. Which means they don’t soften completely. Which…