Yeah, yeah, meat is murder. Like, whatever.

Here's a little haiku I wrote a couple of years ago:

Snowy lambs frolic
Warmed by friendly spring sunshine
Please pass the mint sauce

Ooh, I love a roast lamb. Grumpy can't have too much lamb: it results in a gout attack. But roast beef is just as good! Nearly.

Now that I am the acknowledged roaster of beef in the household, and because the weather has cooled down a bit, I thought it was the perfect time to get the oven blasting and cook a little bit of cow.


See that container of salt there? When I first moved in with Grumpy, lo these many - well, 14 - years ago, he had a container of Saxa salt just like that in his cupboard. I only replaced it last week. We have many vices, but salt is not one of them - not counting rubbing oil and then salt over this baby. The beef, I'm talking about the beef.


I always cook lots of potatoes because Grumpy doth love a roast potato. I've only just got into the habit of throwing some onion into the mix: and well worth it it is too. I'd have lots more pumpkin and carrot but the roasting pan isn't big enough and our oven isn't big enough to accommodate two pans.


Here's the finished product. Sorry it's a bit blurry. I was quite hungry by this stage and I thought it was just my sight going wonky. Also, I shot it from this angle because no one needs to be confronted with the reality of my oven. Particularly not the people who eat the food that emerges from it.