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desperanceWhen you have access - through the heedlessness of one of your people - to the whole damn chicken, and all you take is a single bone that's already been gnawed free of flesh? I call that pretty damn good, and I applaud the boy.
Without quite managing to understand him, mind, because that is one pretty damn good roast chicken. Also the roasted purple cauliflower was good, but none of that remains; neither the roasted fingerlings (I loooove fingerlings, and the way I do them), nor the gravy either. Nomming was.
So I have put the chicken somewhere slightly safer (in the cooling oven, since you ask, the fridge being entirely full of pizza dough and toppings and accumulated other stuffs; I should probably clear out some of it tomorrow, at least enough to make space to put beer in), and I am busily putting the wine somewhere very safe indeed before Karen decides she wants some (hey, I had to open a bottle, for the gravy needed a splash - how else was I to deglaze the pan? - and I did offer her a glass then, but she declined; and I'm not at all sure how many times I can go through to where she's digging mines or slaying orcs or whatever and say "d'you want some wine now...?" without sounding like an alcoholic needy for company to drag down with him, so I think it's better if I just drink it, y'know?).
Without quite managing to understand him, mind, because that is one pretty damn good roast chicken. Also the roasted purple cauliflower was good, but none of that remains; neither the roasted fingerlings (I loooove fingerlings, and the way I do them), nor the gravy either. Nomming was.
So I have put the chicken somewhere slightly safer (in the cooling oven, since you ask, the fridge being entirely full of pizza dough and toppings and accumulated other stuffs; I should probably clear out some of it tomorrow, at least enough to make space to put beer in), and I am busily putting the wine somewhere very safe indeed before Karen decides she wants some (hey, I had to open a bottle, for the gravy needed a splash - how else was I to deglaze the pan? - and I did offer her a glass then, but she declined; and I'm not at all sure how many times I can go through to where she's digging mines or slaying orcs or whatever and say "d'you want some wine now...?" without sounding like an alcoholic needy for company to drag down with him, so I think it's better if I just drink it, y'know?).