Beef Stew

On International Mother’s Day, we prepare a traditional beef stew handed down from my mum. Prepared in a cast iron pot, the stew is prepared on the hob. Just like my mother, I purchased the lean stewing beef from our local butcher and slowly cooked over 2-hours.

Handed down beef stew recipe
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