The elegant dish figures often in Sinners’ Opera. It’s the kind of recipe for special occasions as it is fairly expensive to make, requiring a whole or half tenderloin and pate. I’d serve Beef Wellington at a formal dinner party, requiring my friends to dress in their finery for feast. If you are interested in offering the dish at Christmas, here is the recipe:
2-1/2 pounds Beef Tenderloin
2 Tablespoons butter, softened
1 onion chopped
1/2 cup Sliced Fresh Mushrooms
2 ounces liver pate
Salt and Pepper to taste
1 package (17.5 ounces) puff pastry, thawed
1 egg yoke, beaten
10.5 ounces beef broth
2 tablespoons red wine
· Preheat oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C). Place beef in a small baking dish, and spread with 2 tablespoons softened butter. Bake for 10 to 15 minutes, or until browned. Remove from pan, and allow to cool completely. Reserve pan juices.
· Melt 2 tablespoons butter in a skillet over medium heat. Saute onion and mushrooms in butter for 5 minutes. Remove from heat, and let cool.
· Mix together pate and 2 tablespoons softened butter, and season with salt and pepper. Spread pate over beef. Top with onion and mushroom mixture.
· Roll out the puff pastry dough, and place beef in the center. Fold up, and seal all the edges, making sure the seams are not too thick. Place beef in a 9x13 inch baking dish, cut a few slits in the top of the dough, and brush with egg yolk.
· Bake at 450 degrees F (230 degrees C) for 10 minutes, then reduce heat to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C) for 10 to 15 more minutes, or until pastry is a rich, golden brown. Set aside, and keep warm.
· Place all reserved juices in a small saucepan over high heat. Stir in beef stock and red wine; boil for 10 to 15 minutes, or until slightly reduced. Strain, and serve with beef.
And now you have Beef Wellington.
Many forces oppose Morgan's daring plan—not the least of which is Vampyre law. Isabeau Gervase is a brilliant geneticist. Though she no longer believes in angels, she sees a ticket to a Nobel Prize in Gabriel's secrets—secrets that have led her to a startling conclusion. Gabriel isn't human, and she fully intends to identify the species she named the Angel Genome. Morgan is ready to come back into Isabeau's life, but this time as a man not an angel. Will he outsmart his enemies, protect his beloved and escape death himself? For the first time in eternity, the clock is ticking.
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“Isabeau!” Morgan’s voice would forever strike a chord deep inside.
He leaned over the mahogany railing, his eyes alight, his smile breathtaking.
“Morgan,” she breathed, her heart thudding.
Tonight, she’d caught him in his robe. Riding mid-thigh, the green brocade smoking jacket showed fine, long legs. Hair mussed, eyes sleep-misted, Morgan looked like a boy who’d just woken up. The slender, muscled physique was all man. The handsome devil must have had one hell of a late night and slept all day. The brunette’s face popped into Isabeau’s head. Jealousy even tasted green. What if the woman was still here!
Avery caught her hand, claiming her attention. “Madam, do you like Beef Wellington?”
A languorous stretch elongated Morgan’s perfect body. “Yes, she does.”
Isabeau frowned, opened her mouth to ask how he knew. A flash in the corner of her eye, and Morgan stood at her elbow, his smile and his eyes sheer mischief.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken for you.” He took her hands, his touch sizzling over her. “I can’t believe you’re actually here. I’m delighted to see you.”
“Even unannounced?” She squeezed his hands. “I’m sorry about the other night.”
He shook his head, his gaze hot and intense. “Think no more of it,” and her embarrassment evaporated. “Please join me for dinner. Avery has been eager to flaunt his culinary skills. If you refuse, he’ll never forgive you, will you, Avery?”
“No, madam, I shan’t ever forgive you.” The old gent gave her a mock stern look.
“How can I tempt you?” Morgan bit the lower lip of a smile.
She laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. Do you have a piano by chance?”
He snapped his fingers. “Avery, isn’t there a piano in the music room?”
The old man frowned, shaking his head. “Sir, I believe there’s a piano in the music room but then we’d require someone to play it.”
“I can play chopsticks.” Morgan touched her shoulder, zapping her knees weak.
“I can prepare a delectable Beef Wellington.” Avery nodded emphatically.
Morgan’s Gabriel eyes caressed her. “Sorry you caught me looking like this.”
You look good enough to eat. She hadn’t spoken aloud, but Morgan arched a brow.
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