A bag of bones, I has one
May. 16th, 2008 01:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI 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.
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.