I. Love. Lamb. I drove the 180 miles to Fresno mostly to see my parents but ALSO to eat their lamb, which is what we’ve had for Christmas for years and years and years. It’s not necessarily traditional Portuguese Christmas fare, but my mom left Portugal at 18, so she pretty much does whatever she wants. I once dumped a boyfriend because he criticized Christmas lambing; apparently it seemed offensive to him to eat a lamb on the day commemorating the birth of the Lamb of God. Did he even know what denomination he was? Not at all. Bye, guy!!
As I woke this morning, I thought I smelled the lamb. OOOh boy. Lamb.
So worth the drive!! So worth braving the fog, and leaving my cat with food he’s allergic to because I forgot to buy the “good” food and the stores were closed. I had to leave him something. Sooooo looking forward to the cleanup Monday….
My mother asks me to sauté some mushrooms for the meat. Okay, I think, that’s a little odd for lamb but better than a poke in the eye. Maybe Rachel Ray told her to do it. That’s not really my mother’s M.O….. but people can riff on their old recipes once in a while.
We sit down to dinner. The “lamb” tray spills onto the table. And my mother says, “Want some Eye of the Round?” Eye of the Round what? I smell LAMB!?!?!
No, beef was what’s for dinner. Did I mention my sense of smell is pretty jacked? No? Well it is. And I was eating freaking beef. Yes, it was delicious. It wasn’t lamb, though.
I guess it’s lame to complain. Plenty of people stuck are in the snow. Or the street.