The kitchen smelled like Christmas today. Yorkshire pudding, roast beef... But it was just bones.
Oh. My. Gah.
This is the kind of meal you think you can only get in a restaurant. And here we were, feasting on cholesterol of the highest order.
Thanks to Marin Sun Farms for selling the marrow bones at the Sunday farmers market. I hadn't seen them there before, and when we asked the vendor if they were a common market item, she said, "Oh, no. Usually the restaurants snap them up."
I had some snapping to do.
Thanks to Fergus Henderson's recipe for roasting marrow bones (450º for 20 minutes), and his tasty parsley-shallot salad, we had an amazingly easy lunch of such high caliber, Cranky and I are still licking animal fat off our wrists, and moaning.
Toast is required. So you know.