Lamb

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!