It’s just been a long, long winter.
Blizzards upon blizzards, leading to almost 4 metres of snowfall in 2 months. Then, a dark and heavy winter, buckling under the weight of all this snow, turned more so, with Dad being in the hospital for one of those months. Happily, he’s home on the mend now. And the days are getting longer and brighter.
While I was feeling particularly wordy yesterday, drafting this post, today turned completely mellow – another blizzard roared into the region, and the howling winds coupled with the smells of tonight’s supper roasting in the oven all day, made the perfect conditions for slowing brain waves. Eloquence simmered away into babble.
Without ado, then, this was the source of the lovely smells in the house: Slow-Roasted Pork Shoulder and Pork Crackling (served with whipped potatoes, steamed carrots and broccoli, and gravy). Highly recommend it.