Dinner I pulled out of my...

Brain.

I pulled this dinner out of my brain.

I completely made it up on the fly, and pretended to know what I was doing.

I’ve heard of people making roux, and figured I could pretend to know how to do it too.

This is flour and beef broth. Not a roux. Close enough?

This is onion and some unidentified orange thing that could possibly be bell pepper. I told you this was done on the fly.

Beef sounded like a good idea, so I threw some in.

And I didn’t want to over cook the beef just yet*, so I pulled it out of the pan to rest.

*I frequently-accidentally overcook beef, so now I kinda plan for it.

And what goes better with beef than potatoes? Carrots? Both.
At least the mysterious orange thing is explained.

And then I thought, “Shoot! I should have added herbs and spices!” I proceeded to madly throw around spice bottles until finding this one. Then I thought, “Oh sweet, savory.”
What exactly is “Savory” made from? I didn’t have time to care. Stuff was cooking. I threw it on the meat and stirred it around.

And then I added more beef broth, because it seemed like a good idea at the time.
And it was.

All together, resting comfortably.

So, naturally, I tucked everything in.

I happened to have an extra pie crust, because earlier in the day I figured that if you’re making one pie crust, you might as well make two.

It’s solid logic.

And then I had some time on my hands, and decided that I should at least attempt to give this dinner the appearance of forethought. So I made it look pretty.