My favorite Sunday meal has always been Poor Man Steak.  When I was younger, I thought it must be a lucky poor man to eat such a good meal.  It wasn't a meal that we had often, but it was so good!  I would have gladly eaten it every Sunday! 

I had never made Poor Man Steak myself, because it always seemed so daunting and I have no illusions of myself being in the same league as my mother and grandmother.  So, after my mother passed away in 2011, no one made it.  Then a couple of years ago my sister and I were talking food, of course.  And we talked about how much we loved Poor Man Steak so we decided to give it a try.  That first bite and I was instantly transported back in time to my grandmothers big dining table. 

It is really so simple...

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