Further to my last:
May. 16th, 2008 06:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceFirst thought after having roasted marrow-bones for twenty minutes in a hot hot oven:
That thought I had, about going on working while munching marrowbone-toast? Forget it. This is too gorgeous, and too messy...
Second thought: I need a bone-saw.
Third thought, on failing to discover a bone-saw somehow lurking in the house: I need a marrow-spoon - oh. Wait...
I suspect, technically, it is not a marrow-spoon; I suspect it is a pickle-spoon, and not even runcible. But still. Long and slender, and extremely apt for probing the length of a marrow-bone. I may have left yummy fragments within, but not many.
Even after washing, my hands still feel ... well, like sheep's-wool, really. Inherent with grease. And if I'd had batteries in the camera, I'd have furnished photos of the boys attending to my plate even after I had very thoroughly wiped it with a crust.
Happy Families, my rules: let me show you them.
[NB and PS - while googling for marrow-spoons in order to provide a link for those who'd never seen one, I discovered a whole nother use for the word: fisher-folk use it for a tool which will allow them to dig out the contents of a fish's stomach, to see what it's been eating. Um, why do anglers want to know what a fish has been eating...?]
That thought I had, about going on working while munching marrowbone-toast? Forget it. This is too gorgeous, and too messy...
Second thought: I need a bone-saw.
Third thought, on failing to discover a bone-saw somehow lurking in the house: I need a marrow-spoon - oh. Wait...
I suspect, technically, it is not a marrow-spoon; I suspect it is a pickle-spoon, and not even runcible. But still. Long and slender, and extremely apt for probing the length of a marrow-bone. I may have left yummy fragments within, but not many.
Even after washing, my hands still feel ... well, like sheep's-wool, really. Inherent with grease. And if I'd had batteries in the camera, I'd have furnished photos of the boys attending to my plate even after I had very thoroughly wiped it with a crust.
Happy Families, my rules: let me show you them.
[NB and PS - while googling for marrow-spoons in order to provide a link for those who'd never seen one, I discovered a whole nother use for the word: fisher-folk use it for a tool which will allow them to dig out the contents of a fish's stomach, to see what it's been eating. Um, why do anglers want to know what a fish has been eating...?]