Your secret ingredient? Starts with ra and ends with NCH.
It’s okay if that took you a moment.
First of all, I need to warn you. I’m about to show you raw beef! Right below these words. Huge ol’ slab. I’m breaking all the rules, because I’m a food blog rebel like that. But do you want to know a secret? I actually like the look of raw meat. Is that gross? Does this explain everything? I honestly think it’s attractive and enticing. Not really raw chicken. Mostly beef. Makes me think of all those times on the Brady Bunch when Alice goes to the butcher shop to see Sam, and all the lovely, uniformed rows of bright red slabs of meat behind him. That crisp white butcher paper with the tiny tabs of brown masking tape holding it all together. The sweet, scandalous smoochies between Alice and Sam.
What I’m trying to say is, I’m showing you raw beef in three . . . two . . .
^^^ That thing is smothered in olive oil, cider vinegar, and dry ranch dressing mix, bee tee dubs.
Wait, did Alice and Sam ever get married?
Also, (and this is not an ad) after the gush fest about my ranch and swiss chicken sams, a reader suggested getting Penzeys buttermilk ranch mix. Duh, we have a Penzeys! I’m happy to report that I have since purchased it and all the stars in my life have succulently aligned.
It won’t overpower the beef with ranch flavor, not at all! (kind of wish it did) It just adds an unexpected depth that sits well in your stomach. And soul.
You guys, this meal makes itself. You let that beef sit in a slow cooker all dang day, and towards the end you’ll pull together a basic (but AMAZING) slaw with only cabbage, cilantro, lime juice and salt.
Wait, they DID get married, but not on the actual show. I think it was on a reunion show or movie or something lame like that. They never had kids though, right? I believe Alice’s window on that one was shut. (at first I thought I typed slut! hahahaha – ALICE.)
So- right, you have the marvelous shredded beef, the fantastic slaw, some easy peasy slider buns, BUT! One thing that you can’t skimp on is the b b q s a u c e. This part is out of my hands, because you’re going to use your absolute favoritest favoritest bbq sauce of all time. I’m going to tell you right now that ours is Arthur Bryant’s. If you’re from KC you’re like, “DEMS BE FIGHTIN’ WORDS.” But I’m telling you, it’s magnificent. Theeee best. Hands down. I stand by these words until I’m proven otherwise!
You have a fave local bbq joint? Go buy their sauce. And profusely slather it on your sandwiches, faces and lives. Fly, little birds! (<–I dunno)
Let me just say that I’ve made this mess a few times now, and a) it amps up school night meals like whoa, b) makes for perfect game day grub, c) is even better on the weekend after you’ve been in the garden all day, and d) makes fantastic leftovers.
Get on in that.
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