Jeff (or Phil) was 9.2 kilos or about 20 pounds. I had him delivered to my house, and then V came over to help me carry him, and various other necessities across town. When we got Jeff back to V's house, I felt like we were all one big happy family. That was Thursday night. Saturday morning we stuck him in the oven. It was glorious. He was very juicy, and tasted amazing. V managed to take control of setting up sides and getting the food sorted, while I had to manage a bit of a situation with the new boy. He took a cab to her house to avoid the stress of public transportation. Except the cab got lost. It took him about an hour to get there, and cost him almost triple what he was quoted for the cab. Bless him. So I went out to retrieve him, and V got dinner on the table. It was so much fun! I may have gotten a bit intoxicated, but that's what the holidays are for! Oopsies. I clearly owe V a dinner to thank her for making my holiday!!
2 comments:
this made me so hungry,nice post
i was the kat stand-in while you were retrieving the boy. being you is fun!!
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