How hard can it be? I thought as I coated the lump with salt, pepper, and flour just before tossing it into the pot for searing.<\/p>\n
Prep. Put in pan. Leave it.<\/p>\n
Just like Mom<\/em>.<\/p>\n I later found out that I shorted the sear by half.<\/p>\n Ah, that little bit won’t make too big of a difference<\/em>.<\/p>\n Two hours in I could smell that same aroma wafting through the house and into my office.<\/p>\n Mmmmm, just like when Mom made it<\/em>.<\/p>\n As I continued tackling the day’s tasks, I imagined Warren’s and Big Guy’s smiles of appreciation that would surely come when they took their first bite.<\/p>\n At some point I remembered that my mom dropped whatever she was doing several times during the day and practically danced into the kitchen to dote on her preparations.<\/p>\n So about three hours in I went and opened the lid of Grandpa’s Dutch Oven to examine my masterpiece.<\/p>\n I pulled up some of the onions and draped them back over the meat as I examined the liquids in the bottom.<\/p>\n Just. Like.Mom’s<\/em>.<\/p>\n I was writing a life insurance check when the second whiff of burnt grub moved me to stop what I was doing and head to the kitchen.<\/p>\n This was definitely NOT going to be my mom’s famous pot roast.<\/p>\n Not today.<\/p>\n The good news is that the venison did fall apart as I tried to lift the hunk of meat from the pan’s blackened bottom.<\/p>\n I’m just hoping I rescued dinner before the burnt smell found its way into the fibers.<\/p>\n I decided I’d be pressing my luck to try and cook the potatoes and carrots the way my mother did, so I skipped all of that.<\/p>\n Tonight’s meal consists of Not-My-Mom’s-Pot-Roast and some world-famous cookies.<\/p>\n Thankfully there’s a half-gallon of fresh milk in the fridge.<\/p>\n![\"Not](\"https:\/\/annahelizabeth.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/Not-My-Moms-Pot-Roast-Pic.jpg\")
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