After church on Sunday, I decided to go to the supermarket and pick up a nice beast to roast for dinner. The beast of choice ended up being a huge pork belly already seasoned with cracked black pepper. All I had to do is put it in the oven. Set it and forget it. I added white wine, onions and, on a whim, I put in some black-eyed peas. I boiled peas and carrots for hubby and I also roasted some asparagus, mushrooms and potatoes. And since I was feeling REALLY frisky, I even made gravy!
Dinner was absolutely DELICIOUS. I’ll even go as far as saying that it’s the best roast beast I’d ever made. Both of us were thinking that Monday’s leftovers would taste even better because all of the flavors would have a chance to party together. It’s also a good sign when the dog is drooling too.
Later on in the evening, I asked hubby to go in the kitchen and put the food away because I was sure it was completely cooled off. He quickly came back in, looking pale, and said, “I wasn’t sure if you put the meat away already, but there’s still a piece at the back of the counter. Did you mean to leave it there?”
So I went into the kitchen and I saw an empty plate, and a small piece of the remaining pork belly at the back of the counter, sans crackling. I looked back at the dog and he was staring back at us like the cat that caught the canary. So I sent him to bed with the rest of our supper (I had no choice…he had already eaten it). He’ll get the last little piece at some point, since it’s not fit for human consumption anymore. He had NEVER done that before, so I guess he thought the roast beast was REALLY good.
So, no Monday leftovers for us (or Tuesday for that matter…there was enough for 3 days)! Well, we had sizzling pork steaks instead, which were very tasty.
Dinner is literally in the dog. Lucky little bugger.