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I love Pinterest. It gives me lots of fantastic ideas for party favors, holiday decor and lots of random motivational quotes. All of which I do not use. I would say the only thing that I really use Pinterest for is recipes. It’s great to see a random recipe I want to try, Pin it and come back to it when I’m ready to give it a whirl.

Today the menu called for stuffed flank steak. Sounds good, right? Looks good in the picture on the recipe page. The directions seemed easy enough… but I am queen of not following screwing up directions.  stuffed-flank-steak-

It began when I couldn’t find flank steak at the grocery store, so I bought sirloin steak. It looked like I could still cut it open per the directions.  Then, I forgot that I used the spinach in a recipe last night, so I chopped up some kale. Yeah, they may look similar, but definitely don’t taste the same.

I cooked up my stuffing and went to slice my sirloin so I had a nice flat steak to roll up the mixture. Well, that didn’t go so well. I ended up slicing up thin, little steak patties. At this point I still believed I could add the stuffing and roll them up. Um, no. Nothing I rolled looked anything close to what I was looking at in the picture.  I decided to leave them flat and put them in the oven… they looked like steak pizzas.  Oh! I also topped them with worcestershire sauce for a little extra flavor.

When you’re cooking any sort of meat, the time and cook temperature really depend on the size of meat you’re cooking. When a recipe calls for 35 minutes in the oven because its a thick, stuffed piece of meat. You certainly don’t want to take your flat, oblong meat and cook it for the same amount of time. Luckily, I’m smart enough to know that, so I put it in the oven for a mere 20 minutes.

Ugly_SteakWhen the timer went off, I pulled out my steak pizzas. This was what I would be serving my family tonight. Luckily I had some mashed potatoes to save the day. The husband was kind and ate his stuffing topped steak jerky, but the toddler wasn’t going to spare moms feelings. He looked at it and left the table (to be fair, that’s what he does for every meal unless it’s pizza or pretzels).

Really, I should know better than to 1. deviate from a recipe and 2. try and do anything that involves steak. This is not the first time I’ve butchered (haha, pun intended) a recipe, and it’s not going to be the last thanks to Pinterest.