January 2nd, 2014

Scribe

There aren't words to express

How disgusting my oven is after roasting two ten pound standing rib roasts on New Year's eve, and then roasting a dozen lamb chops on New Year's day.  I'm kind of glad it's icy cold today, because running a cleaning cycle wasn't really optional.  I think you could have rendered it down for suet.

As much fun as all the family and company has been for the last week and a half, I'm loving being home by myself right now.  Ah... silence.