Here is an easy wonderful big roast that can be used for several dinners. Fantastic aroma and taste. It is dedicated to a brave and capable soul that is almost forgotten today: Murray Hall. Read about this individual for some table conversation, after the recipe.
Ingredients:
1 large sweet onion, quartered
3.5 – 4 Lbs chuck roast
1 teaspoon dried thyme
1 Tbs mustard
1 Tbs brown sugar
1½ tsp salt
½ tsp pepper
1 can condensed beef consomme, undiluted
1 can condensed French onion soup
2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
½ lbs sliced fresh mushrooms
1 lbs stew vegetables (thawed)
3-4 pieces of white bread without crusts
Instructions
Remove the roast from the fridge and bring to room temperature (an hour at least).
Preheat oven to 250 degrees Fahrenheit.
Cut the onion into large chunks. This will support the roast off of the bottom of the pan.
In a small bowl, mix the mustard and vegetable oil with the sugar and spices to make a paste.
Rub the paste all over the top of the roast.
This will help to caramelize the exterior of the roast in a process know as the Maillard reaction.
Place the quartered onions in the bottom of a baking pan lined with foil.
Pour in the soups and Worcestershire sauce.
Lay the roast in and cover.
Put roast in oven and leave for 35 to 45 minutes.
Without opening the door, lower the heat to 200 degrees Fahrenheit and cook for another two hours. (--At the end of an hour and a half, add the stew vegetables and mushrooms.)
Remove the roast and check for temperature. When your roast is within 5 degrees of your desired doneness (120 degrees for rare, 135 for medium rare, 140 for medium), take it out from the oven.
Remove the roast to a platter and cover with foil. Most importantly, once you have taken your roast out of the oven, let it rest for 20 minutes before eating it. Inside the juices are bubbling and hot, and if you cut into it fresh out the oven, you will lose all of those juices. This resting period is KEY. It lets the juices redistribute and the cooking finish.
With a slotted spoon, remove the stew vegetables to a serving bowl.
Use the liquid for an AuJus!
My roast sat out for 20 minutes and only lost 2 degrees because it was covered with foil.
To serve the roast, slice it across the grain. Enjoy.
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Murray H. Hall
Many people have a clear image of the urban political boss of the early 20th century, and in many ways Murray Hall, a leader of New York City’s notorious “Tammany Hall,” was its embodiment. Hall was known as a poker-playing, cigar-chomping, whiskey-drinking, “man about town.”
Murray H. Hall (c. 1840-1901) was a Tammany politico.
In 1872, Hall married Cecilia Florence Lowe, a schoolteacher, and by 1874 Hall had established an employment agency chiefly representing domestic help.
Hall was actually born a woman (by the name of Mary Anderson) who “passed” as a man for more than a quarter century.
According to one source, Hall was born Mary Anderson in Scotland and around age 16 began dressing as a male, taking the name John Anderson. Anderson married young, but had a roving eye and a jealous wife who disclosed Anderson’s gender to the police. Fearing arrest, Anderson fled to America in 1870 and assumed the name Murray H. Hall.
Tragically, Hall died of untreated breast cancer and the deception was only discovered at death in 1901.
As noted in the New York Times, January 18, 1901:
A peculiar case was brought to light yesterday when Dr. William C. Gallagher reported to the Coroner’s office the death of Murray Hall, sixty years old, who kept an employment agency. Death was caused by cancer of the breast. Although Murray Hall had passed for a man for a number of years it now turns out that the person was a woman.
A woman who started to go into the employment agency last night found the door locked and crape on the door. She wanted to know who was dead. Upon being told that it was Murray Hall she expressed regret, and added: “Why its only about two years that his wife died.” Further than that she was unable to give any information.
Dr. Gallagher, when seen at his home, said:
“I must positively refuse to give any information about this case. It would be a violation of professional confidence. I have made my report to the Coroner to avoid the possibility of any trouble, but I will say nothing whatsoever about the matter.”
When Coroner Zucca was seen at his home, he said that the dead Murray Hall was a woman, and had dressed as a male in order to help business along. He had referred the case to his physician, Dr. Williams.
Dr. Williams refused to have anything to say in regard to the case.
Hall was a member of the General Committee of Tammany Hall, a member of the Iroquois Club, a personal friend of State Senator “Barney” Martin and other officials, and one of the most active Tammany workers in the district.
Hall registered and voted at primaries and general elections for many years, and exercised considerable political influence with Tammany Hall, often securing appointments for friends who have proved their fealty to the organization—never exciting the remotest suspicion as to his “deception”.
He played poker at the clubs with city and State officials and politicians who flatter themselves on their cleverness and perspicacity, drank whiskey and wine and smoked the regulation “big black cigar” with the apparent relish and gusto of the real man-about-town.
Furthermore, Murray Hall is known to have been married twice, but the woman to whom she stood before the world in the attitude of a husband kept her secret as guardedly as she did.
The discovery of Murray Hall’s "true sex" was not made until he was cold in death and beyond the chance of suffering humiliation from exposure.
Hall had been suffering from a cancer in the left breast for several years, as Dr. William C. Gallagher, who attended in the final illness, discovered; but Hall refused medical advice for fear of disclosing, and treated himself. When Hall felt that life was at a low ebb he sent for Dr. Gallagher. He made an examination and found that the cancer had eaten its way almost to the heart, and that it was a matter of only a few days, when death must ensue.
In years gone by, from time to time, "Murray Hall' had purchased volume after volume of works on surgery and medicine until he possessed a good medical library. Those books were studied, and the knowledge gleaned, no doubt, served to a good purpose in avoiding detection.
One can imagine Hall rummaging through the pages, feverish, frantic, memorizing recipes and gathering ingredients: arsenic, conium, iron, iodine, lard, ointment of the hydriodate of potass. He highlighted a passage about physical collisions accelerating the growth of tumors, and sent a letter to the district attorney complaining of being struck by a man on a bicycle. He must have calculated how much morphine he could inject without losing control of a scalpel. When he had run out of options, he sold every medical book in his library one by one.
”I wouldn’t believe it if Dr. Gallagher, whom I know to be a man of undoubted veracity, hadn’t said so,“ said Senator Bernard F. Martin. ”Well, truly, it’s most wonderful. He used to come to the Iroquois Club to see me and pay his dues, and occasionally he would crack a joke with some of the boys. He was a modest little fellow, but had a peppery temper and could say some cutting things when anyone displeased him. Suspect he was a woman? Never. He dressed like a man and talked like a very sensible one.
John Bremer, proprietor of the Fifteenth Ward Hotel, Ninth Street and Sixth Avenue, knew Hall well, and had some business dealings with him. “He was a shrewd, bright man, in my estimation,” said Mr. Bremer, “and I wouldn’t believe he was a woman if it wasn’t for Dr. Gallagher’s statement.”
“So he’s a woman, eh? Well, I’ve read of such characters in fiction, but, if it’s true, Hall’s case beats anything in fact or fiction I can recall.”
Joseph Young, one of Senator Martin’s most trusted lieutenants and an officer of the Iroquois Club, was the Tamany Captain of the district when Murray Hall served in the same capacity for the County Democracy.
“I knew him well,” said Young, “and I remember that we both worked tooth and nail to get the larger vote. If he’s a woman, he’s the wonder of all the ages, sure’s you live, for no man could ever suspect it from his habits and actions.”
“If he was a woman he ought to have been born a man, for he lived and looked like one.”
Hall realized his death would set off a national political scandal, and perhaps he took small comfort in knowing he’d escape the aftermath.
He could predict every story they’d tell. After his death they’d discuss how, on Election Day, he—they couldn’t quite say she—had actually cast a vote, posing for a photograph at the ballot box; how bold, how brazen that a woman would appropriate the franchise.
As an early instance of a gender non-conforming person in New York, this attracted worldwide attention, including that of pioneering English sexual psychologist Havelock Ellis.
His colleagues offered tributes to the press (“She’s dead, the poor fellow!” exclaimed state Senator Barney Martin), but none of them would attend his funeral. Late on the afternoon of January 19, the undertaker collected Hall from the parlor of his home and brought him to Mount Olivet Cemetery. For the first time in forty years he was dressed in women’s clothes, in death becoming a different kind of impostor, this time against his will.
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