My father is an amazing cook, he's been a culinary inspiration to me for years. His cooking skills always amazed me, he taught me some tricks that are the direct result of him being an inventor and is the only person who I allow alluring me into eating foods I wouldn't dare considering.One of my favorite food games is asking him for one of his recipes. The ritual, is, with slight circumstantial changes, the same every time. It usually takes place over the dinner table, as I am wolfing on one of his delicious creations, I then, with a mouth full of food, ask him for the ingredients and he refuses to tell me what it is that was happening in his pots. then I ask again, and he, once more, says no. Then I give it a few minutes, just staring at him with anticipation. I can tell I'm getting close to breaking him down and so I ask once more. Usually that's where he tells me what he did and how, unfortunately I can rarely duplicate it. Last weekend was a whole different story though. I came home to spend the weekend with my family and had the extreme pleasure of watching him in action. We are so far away from each other, that those moments are truly rare and fill me up with joy. He was slicing beef fillet to about a 1/4 inch thick slices, then in a mortar he made a paste from Rosemary, sea salt, pepper and olive oil. The meat was then rubbed with the paste and set aside.
A heavy grilling pan was then wrapped in foil to avoid a ridiculously dirty stove top and the searing began. The meat goes in for a quick minute or two, on both sides and then comes out. Once all the meat is done he starts the sauce.
Now you might ask yourself why am I about to give out a recipe of a man who so strictly protects them, here's why: 3 months ago, just as I returned home, my father made this very same dish, he asked that I'll go get Moscato, and I did, only I got the bubbly version... He made it anyways, using the bubbly wine instead and that would have been it if it wasn't for the next time he decided to make it, this time using the wine he initially planned on using, the sauce came out different, something was missing, those bubbles did something to the flavor that didn't come through using the flat wine. Ha, what an incredible turn out to my little mistake! And so now I claim this recipe to be partially mine, and therefor can share it with the world. (also, i asked and he said it's fine...)
Back to the sauce now, on the same cast iron pan he used to sear the meat he now pours the wine, let it release all the flavors and adds butter, cream and lots of black pepper, if salt is needed it will be added a well. The meat goes back in for a quick second and then served.