STEP ONE.
December 23: Resolve to figure out how to cook the giant pork roast you bought at the farmer's market, because at five pounds for twenty damn dollars it was the least expensive piece of humane pastured hippie meat there.
STEP TWO.
December 24: Feel quite smug when after minimal searching you happen upon a recipe that is not only for the exact cut of gigantic hippie meat you have defrosting in the fridge, but also looks simple and requires a perfectly reasonable hour and forty five minutes to cook.
STEP THREE.
December 25, 4:30pm: God. DAMNIT.
Well, shiiiiiiiiit. I'm sorry. You'll look back on this and laugh in a few decades.
Posted by: HollowSquirrel | Sunday, December 26, 2010 at 03:17 PM
funny, in that is exactly what happened to my port roast too ... I forgot to add in one "baste and roast another 30 minutes" ... there were 4 of them! We ate late.
Posted by: Mom | Sunday, December 26, 2010 at 06:14 PM
pleased to meet your blog...
COME VISIT ME...OK...thank you very much
Posted by: abenk | Sunday, December 26, 2010 at 11:33 PM
Ha!
Posted by: -R- | Monday, December 27, 2010 at 11:05 AM
Oh. My.
That is totally something I would do and I 100% sympathize with you. Here's hoping you were able to ply people with enough wine that they didn't even notice the extra hour.
Posted by: Life of a Doctor's Wife | Tuesday, December 28, 2010 at 12:22 AM
And that is why you can never trust the internet.
Posted by: Isabel | Tuesday, December 28, 2010 at 11:55 AM
HAHAHAH!!!! Love it!! If it makes you feel better, we had Christmas dinner at 9:15pm because I forgot to put the rub on the pork loin 24 hours before cooking. Oh well. I'm sure it tasted amazing anyway ;)
Posted by: Angela Noelle | Tuesday, December 28, 2010 at 05:56 PM