Sunday lunch. Nice day, sunshine, put up the lights on the tree (a week late). Coldish. Everybody had a decent breakfast. Tatatata. Veal roast for lunch. A nice piece of carrè of about 1 and 1/4 kg (surprised by the system eh? I could have said 3/16). Defrosted easy by my 6th sense MW. Set up at 230°C for 20 minutes than at 175°C till it reached 70°C. It took about 2h and 15 minutes. Yes, this time I cooked with the thermometer. It must be my tea inclination.
I peeled 3 nice carrots and 3 nice beets. Sliced the beets (1 inch thick slices). I took out the roast, there was some juice, I made a layer of beet slices and put the carrots so that they kept the meat suspended. Put it back with the thermometer.
No seasoning, nothing, not even salt, just some drops of olive oil to keep it soft on the surface.
For the girls a round of MW French Fries. The aperò was fois gras on toast and palm hearts. Prosecco. Perrier for me.
Got the best compliment there is from Wife. This we could serve it to guests. She is thinking of the coming festivities. I enjoyed the second plural. I buy it, I cook it, I slice it and dress the plates and she might serve it. With A South Tyrol dirndle. A Black Alpine, white skin, dark hair and brown or green eyes, sometimes freckles (hers are very luminous brown and indeed she sports some freckles). More or less like the 4th from the left, although in body build and stance she is more like the 3rd from the left. Girls, joy and delight. Damnation also if one is not careful. The beets were very good, the carrots ok, I shared them. Not the beets: i am the one and only that likes them. That is just fine for me. I just would like that they do the same with chocolate. A dark and a blondie make one man luck. (that's the original saying:
una bionda ed una bruna fan dell'uomo la fortuna).
