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It starts smelling like dinner well before it's done.
Filling the house with tantalising juicy smells, roast overlaid with the hints of herbs. Memories of bay leaves, insinuations of thyme. . . .
I haven't even put in the potatoes to brown to golden perfection in the juices in the bottom of the pan, yet. They're cooling a little, waiting for me to cut them up and pour them into the pan around the meat.
It will torment me for probably another hour, roasting away quietly, taunting me with the richness of browning garlic and crisp onions.
Time is cruel, but it passes, and afterwards there will be dinner.
Filling the house with tantalising juicy smells, roast overlaid with the hints of herbs. Memories of bay leaves, insinuations of thyme. . . .
I haven't even put in the potatoes to brown to golden perfection in the juices in the bottom of the pan, yet. They're cooling a little, waiting for me to cut them up and pour them into the pan around the meat.
It will torment me for probably another hour, roasting away quietly, taunting me with the richness of browning garlic and crisp onions.
Time is cruel, but it passes, and afterwards there will be dinner.
