I'm a good cook. I don't think I flatter myself when I say that. I can braise, saute, grill, stir fry, etc. I can use new ingredients with finesse, I can improvise (in fact, I never follow a recipe), I can make wicked sauces, I can pair dishes as perfect complements, I can time it so all the dishes come out together or staggered as they should be, I/CAN/KEEP/THE /KITCHEN/CLEAN/WHILE/I/COOK! hahahahaha. I CANNOT make a good roast. Okay, my Christmas standing rib roast excepted, my roasts are dry, gray, chewy. My mother can make a perfect every time well done (by design) but not dry or chewy eye of round. She can. It kills me that I cannot. Alright, I don't want a well done one. That should be EASIER. Well, tonight, I had my victory! Juicy, medium rare, tender! The meal came out pretty, well, pretty!
The roast with the fingerling potatoes cooking:
The roast awaiting carving:
And the fire that my sweet husband built in our bedroom! The first of the season!