Sunday dinner
The groceries were delivered yesterday.
It was an extra large order because we are expecting the whole gang for the weekend. It will be quite a houseful.
As usual, Herself timed it to perfection and walked in just as I was putting the last items away.
"Did the leg of lamb arrive?" she asked.
"It did," I said. "I just put it in the freezer."
"Give us a look," says she. "I want to see if it's enough for all of us."
I opened the freezer and took it out.
"Jayzus!" says she. "Are we going to ate it or bring it for a walk?"
She might have had a point.
I swear just as I closed the freezer lid I heard a strange sound.
You mean leg of young Mountain Geisha.
It’s probably off too …. my dog growled when he heard it!
Nope. Played it right next to Bertie’s ear. absolutely no response. Brain dead, methinks.
Thrify – When you start looking at sheep as Geishas then you are in trouble.
Paddy – It’s fine. I thawed it out this morning and brought it for a walk. It’s back in the freezer now.
E Mum – Bertie just wants to sleep. Leave him alone. He has plenty of sheep next door anyway?
Grandad – I know you like ‘a bit of leg’ but isn’t this going a bit too far?
Don’t forget the mint sauce!
Did it still have its coat on?
Did ya hear about the wife that hit her husband over the head with a frozen leg o lamb and killed him, cooked the lamb and fed it to the cops investigating the crime.She got off as they couldn’t find the murder weapon.Be nice to Grannymar.
Steph – Five gallon jar of mint sauce was included in the order. Though I think the lamb may have eaten some.
Grannymar – Don’t be daft. Of course it has its coat on. It’s damned cold in a freezer.
June – I heard that one! I’m not worried about Grannymar as she lives about eighty miles away. Herself [Granny] is a different kettle of fish 😐