Cider Press Hill

Waiting for food

An hour or so ago I came home from the grocery store and immediately put the eye of round roast in the oven. I had to. My mouth hadn’t stopped watering since the moment I picked it up and put it in the cart. The house smells wonderful! I don’t cook meat all that often so I wasn’t sure how to cook this lovely roast. But as I was cruising around the grocery store, I kept seeing the roast nestled in with potatoes and carrots and gobs of onions and a chopped up clove of garlic and cracked pepper, wrapped in a triple thickness of aluminum foil, kind of like a tent. I stuck a meat thermometer in the roast and wrapped it exactly as I’d envisioned in the store (after searing it on all sides). Seems to be doing very nicely. It had better be done soon. The smell is killing me. I’m hungry. And the lad is driving me crazy. “Is it done yet?” “When will it be done?” “Should you go see if it’s done yet?”

Hope it is worth all the suffering we’re doing.

Posted on 05/07/06 at 07:11 PM
 




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