01.01.09: dinner

You have a friend. He wants to hang out the week after Christmas. It’s New Year’s Day. You know that there is a butterflied half-leg of lamb, frozen-solid in your freezer from an Manager’s Special impulse buy a month before (What the hell? you said, It’s half-price!). After making eight dishes watching eight inches of snow fall the night before, you pine for the joy that is roasting a lovely piece of meat. Then you remember that you have left-over champagne.


Roasted Leg of Lamb

Sometimes things just work out.


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