Make dad feel like a king with ribeye crown steaks

On Father’s Day, dads grill steaks. So why not give dad a gift of premium beef that he can enjoy at leisure?

unnamed-2We sampled the ribeye crown from Omaha Steaks Private Reserve, with packages starting at $59.99. The steaks arrive in individual frozen portions so you can treat a crowd or treat yourself.

The ribeye crown is the smaller part of the steak that sits atop the eye of the rib. It’s beautifully marbled, so the steak is tender. And it’s aged for at least 28 days, which enhances the rich flavor. I appreciate that it’s a manageable 5-ounce portion, a serving that is satisfying yet doesn’t tempt me to overindulge. (The ribeyes also are available in 7-ounce cuts.)

IMG_5539The beef is the star of the show, so I focus on great supporting players: a yellow onion, sliced thin and cooked long and low with a smidge of olive oil until it caramelizes. Bring it home with a red wine reduction. For a bit of crunch, I grab a leftover ear of corn from a previous go-round on the grill, take a knife to the cob and sprinkle the kernels over the steak and onions.

IMG_5546It’s a simple, lovely dish, so I pick a table setting that is equally simple. This steak deserves more than a paper plate, so I serve it on a  Royal Doulton dinner plate in the Oxford Black pattern that is embellished with slender rings of black and gold. I further celebrate my repast with a white linen napkin in Grandmom’s silver napkin ring and pour a J.Lohr Cabernet Sauvignon from California with hints of black cherry and cocoa. We discovered the wine on Christmas Eve in Salamanca, New York, in the form of a generous pour from Shelley Finn, a childhood friend of my hosts who was home for the holiday from Buffalo. (Back in Delaware, I pick it up at Costco.)

A great steak, velvety red wine and a pretty table. Hey, we’re living.

You can send Omaha Steaks to wherever dad lives and you don’t have to wait for a special occasion. The beef arrives in a styrofoam cooler that dad can repurpose for brewskis.

Omaha Steaks saves Christmas

It was a Christmas horror story: Three days before the big day and I learn that the gift I had ordered for my lovely daughter and her fiancé won’t be available until mid-January.

unnamedMy darling girl, Rebecca Blythe Hodges, lives in California. Her future husband is Tobe Hooper, the esteemed director and creator of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and one of the smartest, sweetest guys I know.

So, who do I trust to deliver nice gifts sent from us in Delaware to Tinsel Town, more than 3,000 miles away?

I look to the Midwest, where everyone is so gosh-darn nice and folks abide by their promises. I am counting on Nebraska, specifically on Omaha Steaks, which has maintained a longtime relationship with my basement freezer.

imagesOn several occasions, I have spoken with real, live customer service reps who, indeed, live and work in Nebraska. I like them. I trust them. I believe them when they say their grandkids love the pork chops and the frankfurters are great with sauerkraut.

A selection from Omaha Steaks strikes me as the perfect present. What better gift to ship to a master of horror and a beautiful maiden than a cooler full of red meat?

So I pick a package I feel confident they will enjoy. Filet mignon, naturally. Sirloin steaks. Burgers. Pork chops, hot dogs, potatoes au gratin. And for a little variety, filet of sole stuffed with crab and scallops.

Then a little box pops up on the computer screen. Would I like to add four more sirloin steaks to the cooler? There’s no additional shipping charge. And, hey, it’s the holidays, so Omaha Steaks is offering a great deal. They will even toss in a set of steak knives.

I click YES.

Another box pops up. How about a couple of one-pound bags of sirloin tips?

YES again. Bring on the longhorns. The moo the merrier.

On Dec. 23, Rebecca calls to thank us for the gift. It has arrived on the doorstep, impeccably packaged and in plenty of time to ring in Christmas. She and Tobe are delighted with their special treats.

A holiday horror story has a happy ending, thanks to the nice folks from the Cornhusker State.