roast beast (pretend those are homemade egg noodles)
I'm cold. REALLY cold. It's freakin' ridiculous outside (4°F, Clear, feels like -17°F) and not all that warm inside, frankly. In an effort to stop thinking about how cold I am, and am likely to be when I take a shower (in water that is, with any luck, actually heating - because last night my water heater went out and though it's since been reignited, I've got my worries about its efficacy) and then later when I go to bed, I'm instead thinking about food. Or photography. Or something. Anyway, I'm posting pictures of food, which we all know is usually pretentious, but I hope it's not when I'm mostly poking fun at myself. The grilled ham & cheese was picture-worthy because I'd so over-filled it with cheese that it melted all over the pan and burned. (Though it was indeed quite delicious.) The roast beef was served with leftover rotini because I wasn't able to use the potatoes that I'd wanted (they turned unexpectedly fast). And though it tasted phenomenally good, it was tough as a shoe. The gravy was also delicious, but quite thin. I'm still learning. One of these years, I'll put together a roast like Mom makes. I probably won't tell her when I've managed it, though. I still want her to make them for me when I'm home.
[the title quotation is by George Bernard Shaw, from Man and Superman]