Lamb Chops in Balsamic Reduction
Ingredients
- 1 tsp dried rosemary
- 1/2 tsp dried basil
- 1/2 tsp dried thyme
- salt and pepper, to taste
- 2 lamb chops, at least 3/4″ thick
- 2 tablespoon olive oil, divided
- 1/4 cup minced shallots
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/3 cup balsamic vinegar (use the best kind available, with low acidity)
- 3/4 cup chicken broth
- 1-2 tablespoons butter
Directions
- In a small bowl, mix all spices together. Rub spices onto all sides of chops, place on a plate or in a small bowl, cover, and place in the fridge for at least 30 minutes.
- Heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a skillet over medium-high heat and add lamb when oil begins to smoke. Cook for about 3 1/2 minutes per side. Remove from the skillet and keep warm.
- Add second tablespoon of oil, followed by garlic and shallots, and sauté until fragrant. Stir in balsamic vinegar and scrape any bits from the bottom of the skillet, then stir in the chicken broth. Continue to heat and stir until sauce is reduced by half (about seven minutes). Remove from heat and stir in butter. Continue to stir until butter is melted and sauce has thickened, pour over lamb chops, and serve.
Serves: 1
Serve with: Mashed potatoes and asparagus
Pairs well with: Zinfandel, Opium, and experimentation.
…for a Mother of Three
I made dinner for one the night I smoked opium the first time. It was a Saturday, and it was delicious. The lamb was so tender, so juicy, and tasted like when I was a kid and life was a future. The opium showed me things and the balsamic was the good kind, the kind from Whole Foods, the kind I never had before but knew I needed. For this. For dinner. And it was just the slightest bit sour but also balanced and glided over my tongue in a way I’d never experienced before, and it helped the sticky smoke billow out in a puff of floral-scented kisses. Oh the opium was good. I dreamed of a forest full of butterflies and a giant lamb stalked me. I ran, of course, but the smell of lilacs and daisies and even roses infiltrated my senses, and I could see the soothing smell of lavender, which I stopped to fully drink in. And just like that, my fear of the lamb was dissolved; I hugged the woolen beast and the it licked my face. I apologized for eating its cousin, but the lamb, he just apologized for fucking mine and we made up and I woke up feeling more refreshed than ever, in all forty two years of my life, and the vague remnants of my lonely dinner for one wafted through the kitchen and up the stairs and reminded me that I’ll never need you again, so long as I live, except to take the kids on weekends. Though it had been left out all night, I sat up from my nest on the couch and let the blackberry notes from last night’s third glass of zinfandel roll over the back of my tongue and release to my nose. The sun spilled through the cracks of the blinds and I breathed two lungfuls of air, imbibing the future. I cleaned the dishes from the night prior and set about my day, happy the kids were with their father another night.