A bag of bones, I has one

[desperance]

I must have marrow on the mind. First, the chutney; now the bones.

I have come home from the market with a bagful of bones. Which I shall roast hotly, scoop out the marrow and spread it on toast, eat with a parsley salad. Nom-nom-nom. Then the roasted bones will go into the stockpot with veggies for a long slow simmer; then tomorrow I'll poach a brisket in the liquor. Which will leave me with broth for soup and beef for sammiches. For which I have just harvested a big fat horseradish-root out of the back yard. Did I mention nom-nom-nom?

Times like this, I may be squatting in the bottom of a deep horrid hole, but the food down here is fabulous. I just wish I ate more; I can't keep up with my own cooking.

Comments

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

And after dinner, you can use the bones for divination.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Ooh, what would you call that - osomancy? (I once had the URL for a fabulous list of words-for-methods-of-divination; some of the methods were almost more obscure than their words...)

But I don't need divining skills to divine what will happen to the bones after dinner. They will be seized and dragged away to obscure corners, and gnawed upon. For days.

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

http://ssdivining.homestead.com/methodsdictionary.html

[desperance.livejournal.com]

That might have been the very one. And I note that astragalomancy is divination by means of the ankle-bones of sheep. Alas, I has none of those: and am not reading further, on account of green writing on busy pink background. Ewww. What were they thinking?

[pennski.livejournal.com]

Some wealthy philanthropist is missing their housekeeper/ chef.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yup. I'm still looking for him. (Tho' it has to be said, I have no housekeeping skillz. I did clean a little of the paintwork just now - but judging by the colour of the water and the sudden startling brightness of the wall, that might've been the first time that I've done it.)