Thursday, February 3, 2011

Super Bowl Sunday Redux - And a Killer Stew

Back in 2005, Jacksonville, Florida hosted the Super Bowl. I imagine the intent was to show off the city, and, as a result, attract a bevy of business suitors and new residents. They spent a lot of time and money sprucing up downtown, but doing so was like a friend showing off her newly-shaven armpits. Sure, they might look better than they did before, but they are still armpits.

The Friday before the big event I bundled up to go for a walk at lunch. It was too cold to stroll the Riverwalk. The temperature was rapidly falling. Bone chill. The air so brittle I could almost hear it cracking as I moved forward. This was a typical deep-winter day in Northeast Florida. It's much more forgiving than her New England cousin, but the frigid wind blowing in off the ocean still seemed to tease as she sneered, "Welcome to the Sunshine State."

Flashback: Chicago, 2000. Jerry and I trudging through Old Town in mid-February. Ash-gray snow piled high on the curbs. Luminescent halos surrounding the streetlights. We're hunched over, challenging a wind that seems determined to keep us walking in place.

It's nearly 11 PM when we push open the doors to the Second City and shake off the bitter cold. We join our party in the upstairs lobby where handshakes and hugs flow freely. A loud thunk, like that of a human body striking steel, draws our attention. We turn to see a drunk-to-the-gills college student trying to navigate his way down the curved iron stairway. He falls again amid the roar of laughter from several dozen bystanders. He grasps the banister like a pole vaulter grabs his pole and hoists himself back up, only to tumble down a few more steps. Obviously thinking the better of it, he opts to crawl the rest of the way down. Perhaps some good Samaritan should let him know when he gets to the bottom. I almost volunteer, but the show is about to start.

Jump Cut: I'm back in Jacksonville continuing my stroll. I was waiting for the light when a blond and curvaceous woman appeared beside me and asked directions to an ATM machine.

I almost pointed out the nearest one.

Instead, I nodded at a tall building in the distance and said, "I think there's one at the bank." We walked for blocks, engaged in good conversation and laughter. The wind picked up and she slipped her arm in mine. She told me that she just relocated to the area after a messy divorce and a year at massage therapy school and now works at a Chevy dealership on the Westside giving massages to people who are waiting for their cars to be fixed. Who knew such jobs existed? I thought about my 12-year old car and decided where I'm taking it for repairs from now on. We finally came to a teller machine and said goodbye. She thanked me with a kiss on the cheek and turned to walk away. As I watched her skip across Julia, I wondered what she'd think when she passes some ATMs on her return trip. Somehow, I don't think she'll mind.

I turned up Laura to see a crowd of people gathered at the park. I wandered over and worked my way in to get a better look at what everyone else is watching. In the center of the park a group of big burly guys moved in a way that could only be described as Tai Chi. The crowd watched in wonder as these monstrous men went through their syncronized routine without missing a beat. I nudged the guy next to me and said, "I've read about pro football players learning ballet, but this is the first time I've seen them take up Tai Chi." The man turned and squinted, "What do mean, Tai Chi? They ain't doing Tai Chi. They're rehearsing for the slow motion replays for the big game."

I wiggled my way out of the crowd and headed over to The Landing, Jacksonville's ode to New Urbanism. This riverfront mall opened in the 80's to revitalize downtown. High-end shops like Banana Republic, the Sharper Image, and Coach moved in with great fanfare, only to move out a year later with barely a whisper. It seemed that everyone involved in the project was so giddy and enthusiastic that they forgot to include a parking lot in the master plan. A few restaurants have survived serving the downtown lunch crowd, but save for a teenage clothing store and knick-knack shop, most of the storefronts sit empty. Until Super Bowl week. Since we were the hosts the Landing was packed and it seemed that every vacant space had been turned into a temporary Super Bowl store filled with officially licensed NFL paraphernalia - which meant that $100 team jackets could now sell for $500. I decided to hold out for the unoffially licensed gear; creative entrepeneurs would be hawking them out of car trunks down near La Villa and Brooklyn.

I left the warmth of the Landing and made my way up Main toward my office when the sounds of blaring sirens grabbed my attention. I turned to see the Patriots coming across the Main Street Bridge. A half-dozen black limos and two Greyhound buses were chasing some unseen rabbit, flanked for an aft by motorcycle cops, their sirens screaming and lights flashing. Overhead, two police helicopters hovered and dipped. The sound shook the ground and rattled the windows of the surrounding buildings. A homeless man approached, pushing a Winn Dixie cart filled with aluminum cans. "Hell," he said as he passed. "They're just football players not the goddam second coming." I nodded in agreement and it looked like he enjoyed this brief moment of camaraderie.

I headed north then turned east on Church Street where I noticed a freshly poured concrete sidewalk and I'm suddenly nine years old again. I glanced around. Not a soul in sight. I stepped forward and heard a slight crunch under my soles. I started to walk, my wingtips leaving gentle imprints. I turned, smiled, and admired my handiwork. I bent down, pulled a pen from my jacket pocket, and etched my initials in the gray ooze next to my footprints. My legacy for the ages, stamped in concrete, and more permanent than the random thoughts I commit to this blog.

Well, it's one legacy. The other is this Super Bowl Sunday Stew. This recipe will serve way more than two because it is just to good not to share. Enjoy!



Start this around noon and it will be ready for the big game. I'm making this with beef, but I've also made it with venison (thanks, Rusty!), pork, and a mixture of meats.

Prep Time: 20 minutes       Cook Time: 1 hour      Serves: 6


2 teaspoons olive or canola oil
1 medium onion, chopped
5 stalks celery, diced (include the leaves)
3 or 4 cloves of garlic, minced or pressed
6 tablespoons unsalted butter
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 32-oz bottle tomato or V8 juice (I use V8 'cuz we always have it on hand)
4 teaspoons beef base (Tones, Better than Bullion, etc) 
3 carrots, peeled and sliced thin
1 28-oz can chopped tomatoes
1 bay leaf
1 tablespoon olive or canola oil
1-1/2 pound chuck roast, trimmed of fat and cut into 1-inch cubes
1-1/2 teaspoons Kitchen Bouquet or Maggi
2 medium-sized red or yukon gold potatoes, diced
Salt and pepper to taste


1. Heat the olive oil in a 10-inch skillet over medium-high heat. Add the onions and celery and saute until onions are soft, about 8 minutes. Add the garlic and saute an additional 1 to 2 minutes. Pour vegetables into a small bowl and set aside.
2. Melt the butter in a dutch oven over medium-high heat. Add the flour and stir constantly to make a smooth paste and begins to turn tan, about 3 to 5 minutes. Slowly pour in the tomato or V8 juice. Stir until smooth and slightly thickened. Add the beef base and stir to dissolve.  Bring to a boil and add the onion/celery mixture, carrots, tomatoes and bay leaf. Return to a boil, lower heat, and simmer covered for about 30 minutes.
3. In the meantime, heat the olive or canola oil in the 10-inch skillet over medium-high heat. Add the beef in batches and saute until brown. Drain the meat and set aside. Deglaze the pan with a little beef broth or red wine to dissolve the brown bits on the bottom of the pan. Add this to the meat.
4. When the vegetables have simmered for 30 minutes, add the beef and Kitchen Bouquet and simmer for 1 hour. Add the potatoes and simmer an additional 20 minutes or until potatoes are tender. Taste for salt (you may not need much depending on how much salt is in the tomato/V8 juice).

Serve with lots of crusty bread.


  1. Warren, this sounds fabulous! I haven't bought Kitchen Bouquet in years! I like all the ingredients in this recipe..adding to my repitoire. Thanks!

  2. @Patti. I know what you mean. I rarely use Kitchen Bouquet but I keep some around just for this. LOL. Enjoy!

  3. Sounds like a good stew to make on Sunday. Thanks, Warren!

    (I think DFW is going to lose money over this Superbowl, unfortunately. Even in 2011, who can accurately predict the weather or think it would have such an effect on the events surrounding an indoor game?)

  4. Living in Northwest Florida, I can relate to the Florida bone chill. I have a tough time convincing my northern friends, trying to convince them, that we really do get cold.

    Your Super Bowl stew sounds fabulous! Perfect for this Sunday's game.


  5. @Jill. I heard 6 workers at the stadium were injured by falling ice! Imagine that!

  6. @Velva Sometimes I think that Northern Florida should be re-named Southern Virginia because we do have a couple of really cold days (up in Jax a week or so ago they had snow!) Enjoy the Game!

  7. This sounds really good! This and crusty Italian bread is the perfect combo.

  8. Boy, you have a talent, to pull the reader in with you as you walk along a street! I was right there with you. Thank you

  9. @Tammy. Ah yes...a good stew and warm crusty bread, definitely two of the major food groups. :-) Thanks for stopping by. Feel free to drop by anytime!

  10. @Paige Gould. Thanks for the kind words, Paige. I try to post weekly so stop by often. Take care!

  11. This does sound like a great stew! I love your site. Fabulous ideas for my husband and I to try!

  12. Glad to be joining your blog and learning more from you. Looks great.

  13. HI Warren!
    Don't be a stranger. By the way, I am going to dust off my bakeware and attempt to bake Red Velvet cupcakes for Valentine's. Here's a recipe from Paula Deen I found. What do you think? Does your repetoire include desserts like rich cakes? Cheers! Christine
    from and Art Deco Tours.

    recipe is on my other blog

  14. @Zac and Mindy. Thanks for stopping by and following. Here's hoping you stop by often!

  15. @Sasha. Thanks for the compliment! I try to post weekly so feel free to drop in anytime. Take care!

  16. @blogsisters. Hey Christine! Good to hear from you! This recipe sounds (and looks!) delish. Let me know how it turns out.

    Unfortunately, since I'm not much a dessert eater, I don't spend much time making desserts. Besides, it is hard to develop baked dessert recipes for just two, so the ones in my cookbook are primarily fruit-based. And then baking is so darn exact. It's like composing a classical symphony. My cooking? It's more like jazz. LOL.

  17. I'll follow your recipe to the last detail and hopefully i can have it done perfectly. 'll try it and share with my family.