||[Nov. 21st, 2011|07:04 pm]
One of the stores had roast beast on sale Sunday. It's been over a year since I've had a roast of beast, so I bought one. It's name was Chuck Blade. It's way too big, though I bought the smallest one they had. This will be my annual meat gorge. There will be several meals from it; roast beast, roast beast stew, leftover roast beast, leftover roast beast stew, beast burritos, and maybe some Asian noodles with beast and vegetables. |
I'll probably eat some cold roast beast a couple of times as well. I never could avoid that container full of cold roast beast sitting in the refrigerator. Chuck was not a very fatty beast, so I don't expect he'll be giving me a heart attack. At least not before I finish devouring him.
I usually eat much lighter foods in warm weather, but November just demands this sort of thing. Portia is going to be happy, too. She smells Chuck braising in the oven, and has been hanging out in the kitchen for the last hour, eager for her share. She won't eat any of the onions or potatoes or carrots that are in the pot, but I will savor them, the onions in particular. There are few things I like better than whole onions braised with beast. I'm sure Portia will eat some of the gravy, though. She loves gravy.
This is going to be a good night for a big, beastly dinner. There was not a single ray of sunlight all afternoon, and the gray sky has turned to a heavy darkness that obscures the stars and would surely block the moon's light, had the moon risen yet. It won't rise until half past two this morning. It's going to be a very long night. I'm hoping that a heavy meal will induce me to sleep through much of it. Tomorrow, there might be a few minutes of sunlight and I'd like to be awake for it,