I’m not saying my eating habits go a little primitive when my beautiful wife who is also a very good cook travels for business.
But for breakfast this morning, I’m taking a hunk (not slice) of cold roast beef and dunking it in coffee.
I have created the American Dip.
That’s pretty much the recipe, but you need some a priori roast beef for it. Which is not an Italian dish. It just means someone, for example a traveling wife, must have provided you with roast beef beforehand. Or, lacking that, you can grill a piece of beef instead.
Just make sure the coffee is black.
