Last night was the trial by fire, last minute notice "hey, you're cooking beef wellington for my family" event of the century. I have never had this dish, and I've definitely never made it. The pressure was on. My roommate's mom has had it, which only added to the terror of cooking a slab of beef covered in mustard, pureed mushroom, wrapped in ham, and then wrapped again in puff pastry. Somehow, and despite everyone the pressure created by countless seasons of Hell's Kitchen, I managed to pull it off perfectly. In honor of that, I felt a Gordon Ramsay picture was totally necessary. Guess what? It's not raw, motherfucker.
