If you could only smell this…
After enjoying some delicious leftovers from Sunday’s dinner, Joe and I carved up the remainder of the lamb carcass tonight. On Sunday I carved only enough to fill a large platter. There’s something surreal about carving up a lamb on the front porch in front of my 2 year-old nephew, but he didn’t seem fazed at all.
I took all the bones that we’d cleaned and threw them in a pot with some water, rosemary, parsley, salt, pepper, oregano, and garlic. It’s still simmering right now. It smells heavenly. I’m not sure what we’ll do with the lamb stock. Maybe Joe will make risotto. We’ll probably save some for soup. K suggested barley or white bean. Yum.
We brought K some leftovers too, since she’s in the middle of exams. We had some tea and listened to the new Tarkan CD, which is all in English and, well, not very good. Tarkan should stick to singing in Turkish. And, oh yeah, he should have sex with me.
We ended up looking at K’s old atlas to locate the Red Sea resort where our friend (and housemate) G is vacationing. We had a bit of a scare when we learned of yesterday’s terrorist attack in Dahab. G didn’t leave us (or his family) an itinerary, and it took a bit of sleuthing on my part to figure out his exact whereabouts. Fortunately, he’s not in Dahab.
While looking at the atlas, I came across a map of England and noticed something odd. It seems that the counties of Norfolk, Suffolk and Essex are situated in Old England in the opposite fashion as they are in New England. In Old England, Norfolk county is north of Suffolk, which is north of Essex, whereas in New England, Essex county is north of Suffolk, which is north of Norfolk. I thought that was interesting. What can I say, I’m a dweeb.