ROAST BEEF
3 to 4 pound boneless silver tip roast beef
1 teaspoon thyme
Salt and pepper
1. Oven to 325 degrees.
2. Place roast beef in baking dish, fat side up. Sprinkle thyme, salt and pepper over top.
3. Bake for 20 minutes per pound. After the time is up, leave oven on and check with meat thermometer by sticking it in the center top of the meat. It should be about 145 for medium rare. (Another way that I check the meat is to poke a small hole on top and if the juice comes out clear it is good, if the juice comes out bloody, the meat is still too rare and I continue to cook it.)
4. After removing meat from the oven, let it sit for 15 minutes before slicing. Serve warm. Makes 4 to 6 servings.
5. ENJOY – Savory is the way for this roast beef!
YORKSHIRE PUDDING
3 Eggs
1 1/ 2 cups flour
1 1/ 2 cups milk
1/ 2 teaspoon salt
3 tablespoons drippings from roast beef
(substitutes can be vegetable or canola oil, or bacon grease)
1. Oven to 425 degrees.
2. Beat eggs and milk. Sift salt with flour. Gradually add the flour to the milk mixture and continue to beat until you have a smooth batter.
3. With a spoon, ladle roast beef drippings into 12 muffin cups. (Another option is to use a 9 x 13 baking pan.) Swirl to coat the bottom and sides of muffin cups. Pour batter into cups filling to 2/ 3 of the cup.
4. Bake for 20 to 30 minutes or until lightly browned around the edges and center of Yorkshire pudding popovers.
5. After removing meat from the oven, remove from pan immediately. Serve warm. Makes 4 to 6 servings.
6. ENJOY – Bit o’ the English taste for ya!
Roast beef with mashed potatoes and gravy — you can’t beat that for a Sunday diner! If you want to go that extra mile, then add Yorkshire pudding to the menu. The combination makes for a good hardy meal to serve family and friends. Honestly, roast beef is one of the easiest roasts to make; I just keep it simple and only lightly season it. Yorkshire pudding looks quite impressive, but the level of difficulty in preparing it is quite low.
Sunday is family day. This belief was instilled in me at an early age; Sunday dinner was sacred and missing dinner was a major crime in my house. Nearly every Sunday I make a huge dinner and try to invite someone over. Family or friends, it doesn’t matter because there’s always an abundance of food. When my mom was alive, I treasured her presence at our dinner table several times a month.
I will never forget a Sunday dinner that I missed when I was about 10 years old. My girlfriend, Joanne, asked me to go with her to see her dad, a conductor with the Long Island Railroad who was divorced from Joanne’s mom. This particular Sunday was Father’s Day and Joanne was excited about giving her dad a Father’s Day present. We went up to the train station about 8 blocks away and waited; unfortunately, the train was delayed. Finally, the train pulled in and her dad jumped off. Big hugs and kisses went around, and gifts were exchanged. Joanne’s dad gave us a wave goodbye, and their mini visit was over. We headed home feeling pretty good. When I walked into the house I was met by a wall of silence, totally abnormal for a Sunday at home. Seated at the head of the table was my dad, sitting all alone. There was a big bowl of raviolis in front of him, and he was clearly unhappy. I was late, my brother was late and my mom and dad must have had a fight because she wasn’t there either. I had to sit next to my dad and listen to him for the entire dinner describing how upset he was. Repeatedly he exclaimed, “Why were you with Joanne’s dad and not your dad on Father’s Day.” Trust me, I was never late for Sunday dinner again. I learned the importance of Sunday dinner that day and every Sunday thereafter. That is, until my dad died when I was 12 years old. Those sacred Sunday dinners with my entire family stopped.
Now, I carry on the tradition of the Sunday dinner because I realize that time passes quickly and my children will be gone or I will be gone. They need family traditions, holiday traditions and memories to carry with them. They need to pass these traditions on to their families. One day they will appreciate the significance of sitting down to a meal with your family — it is so much more than just a meal, it is a memory.
Somebody's Mom 
Very nice story!
Hi Somebody’s Mom – You had one strict father. I love meat & Potatoes. I had Yorkshire pudding all the time when I worked in a Hotel restaurant. I am reminded of the Pink Floyd line – “How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?” Obviously Pink Floyd had strict father’s too. Thanks for the recipe.
Charlie