Oxtail Stew in Red Wine: A Gourmet Delight with Homemade Flavor

1. Sear the Meat

Season the oxtail well with salt and pepper. Lightly coat each piece in flour. In a large, heavy-bottomed pot, heat oil and brown the pieces on all sides until sealed and golden. This will give the stew an unbeatable flavor. Remove and set aside.

2. Prepare the Sofrito

In the same pot, add the onion, garlic, and carrot. Sauté over medium heat until caramelized. Add the peeled tomatoes, sugar, and tomato paste. Cook for a few minutes until the mixture thickens.

3. Add the Meat and Wine

Return the meat to the pot, pour in the red wine, and let the alcohol evaporate. Cover with water or stock, add the spices, and cover. Cook over very low heat for 3 to 3.5 hours , until the meat is so tender it falls off the bone.

4. Prepare the Side Dish

Mash the cooked potatoes, mix with egg, dried garlic, flour, and salt. Form into small balls or patties and fry until crispy on the outside. Sprinkle with fresh parsley before serving .

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