Via Andrea's Monday Mission... write a post that is all anecdote: no rumination, no epiphany, no resolution. Hopefully I did this correctly!
Last Easter was the first time I attempted to prepare - and serve my family - leg of lamb. It had been a tradition for my grandmother to prepare this for me as a child when we visited her home. She had passed a way a few months earlier and it seemed a proper homage.
I scoured the Internet for recipes. Most were very simple, so I shopped for the meat and side items, wondering what my family would think of this new dish.
In the end I chickened out, and didn't even tell them what it was. Scott knew of course, but the kids had no idea. Until halfway through the meal J.J. asked, "Can I please have some more of, um, the meat? What is it anyways?"
Four sets of eyes settled on me. I asked, "Does everyone like it?" Four heads nodded.
"It's lamb."
Stinky looked at me curiously, "You mean, like a baby sheep?" I nodded. "Oh! Well it's really good, can I please have some more too?"
Everyone had seconds (and some had thirds). We had lamb for Easter dinner this year too!
3 comments:
Phew. I was tensing up there with you. I'm glad they liked it and there were no tears over the barnyard friend on the table.
When you said you "chickened" out I thought that would be a play on words -- ha!
Will you post the recipe?
Andrea: yeup, you should have seen the drama when J.J. watched Scott eat quail one night. :(
Jen Pondo: sure! :)
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