Mom’s Cube Steak.

To be totally honest with you on this #forrealFriday, grief is weird.  Lately, the Lord is teaching me that grief is a journey, and how it looks changes from season to season.  He’s also teaching me that everyone grieves differently.  And like I said, He’s teaching me that grief is weird.  Maybe it’s just me, but it isn’t necessarily Mom’s birthday or the anniversary of her going to be with Jesus that gets me.  It’s the little things, the weird things.

One of my favorite things that Mom cooked was her cube steak.  Every time she cooked it (literally, every time), she set the smoke alarm off in the house when she was browning the hamburger meet.  It became quite the family joke.  I made cube steak the other day for my family, and I can’t make that without missing her.  Surprisingly, I didn’t set the smoke alarm off (and thankfully because Isaac was napping while I was cooking!).  So, I stood in my kitchen, pretty proud of myself for accomplishing something that Mom never quite did, and I missed her.  It’s weird to me that cooking cube steak makes me miss my mom, but that’s just “real life” when it comes to grief.


So, in honor of #forrealFriday, and in celebration of Mom’s cube steak, I wanted to share the recipe with you…


  • Cube Steak (4-6)
  • Flour
  • 2 cans cream of mushroom soup


  1. Turn skillet on medium-high or hotter.  Spray pan.
  2. Place flour, salt, and pepper in Rubbermaid dish with the meat.  Put the lid on the dish and shake until meat is covered.
  3. Place meat on the hot skillet.  Brown both sides and then place in the crock pot.  Repeat with remaining meat.  (Warning- This is when Mom would set the smoke alarms off!).
  4. Pour two cans of cream of mushroom soup over meat in the crock pot.
  5. Cook on low for 6 hours or more.


It’s delicious served with mashed potatoes or rice.  I like this one because it’s fairly easy and not a whole lot of ingredients (always a win for our family!).  I hope you and your family enjoy!  Maybe this will provide you with some laughs as you rejoice over not setting off the smoke alarm or as you fret trying to turn it off.

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