Step 1: Spend way too damn much money for a 2.3 pound beef tenderloin at Weiland's. Don't care, because Weiland's is the best.
Step 2: Look at raw beef on counter with daughter. Have daughter ask if the red stuff is blood. When you reply "yes, that's blood," have daughter say "ew, gross," and leave you on your own. Thanks for the help, Anna:
Step 3: Tie the sucker up:
Step 4: Get your garlic and rosemary on:
Step 5: Let the beef, garlic, rosemary and some oil hang out for a while:
Step 6: Brown the sucker in the cast iron skillet you stole from your dad. Realize that you never really lived life until you had a nicely seasoned cast iron skillet. Let the house turn into a wondrous land of good smelling searing meat:
Step 7: Throw that stuff in the oven, in the skillet for about a half hour. Surprise the hell out of yourself that, at a half hour, it was at the exact temperature you wanted. Because, really, you were obsessing and were convinced that it was gonna take longer than that and you were just checking it early because of said obsessing. Consider buying lottery ticket:
Step 8: Eat with the potatoes and asparagus you somehow managed not to screw up while your were obsessing on the meat:
Sit back awfully damn proud of yourself for acing beef tenderloin the first time you ever tried it. Realize there's pretty much nothing you can't do because you're awesome.
