The first time I made this, everyone said it was good.  Then the next four days my Father told me everyday how wonderful it really was.  Now there's a few things odd about that last sentence.  A. My Father said something new was good, not once but for four whole days.  B. I made enough to actually be eating leftovers for four days.  C. It wasn't red meat and potatoes, and my Dad actually wanted me to make it again, which is still blowing my mind.  I give him a bad rap sometimes, he usually likes my cooking but he's a creature of habit and likes minimal seasonings, and sauces.  He could eat pasta everyday and never get sick of it, and he LOVES meat and potatoes.