The day after...
There is something about that phrase that brings a little tug to my stomach.
"The day before" intimates excitement and anticipation.
"The day after" causes me to think of finality. It's over.
There's something kind of depressing about the topic. That kind of thinking just does not work for me...
Let's turn this thing around! What's better the day after?
Lasagna. Lasagna is totally better the next day.
Pizza. For breakfast.
The last day of school. Heck, no one could argue that the next day is better there.
Roast beef? Eh, not so much. (In my opinion.)
Unless...you figure out a way to re-purpose that beef into something that has just as much promise as the original. Dorie suggests turning those left over into a salad. Tiny cubes of beef are tossed in a mustardy dressing along with olives and capers and other stuff and served on a bed of lettuce. Sounds good, right?
I made this back in January with leftover beef tenderloin from a dinner party we had the night before - in the dead of winter (you know, the winter that never ends...) and wasn't feeling the whole "bed of lettuce" thing. So, I went in another direction - as one (I) does.
I left alone the concept of tossing the tiny beef cubes in a mustardy dressing - I even threw in a few capers and chopped up olives for good measure. I tossed warm baby potatoes and lentils in a mustardy vinaigrette. Boiled up some eggs. Blanched some green beans. Threw on some tomatoes and olives (because there are never enough olives - ever) and called it dinner.
Now, I realize this may not have been what was intended when the recipe was written but it was pretty darned delicious and was the perfect dinner for "the day after"...
See - I told you we'd turn this thing around.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. The recipe for Next Day Beef Salad can be found here.