Owen's trying to get us out of the house. First thing he said after breakfast was, "So, what are you going to do today?" I just blinked at him because it seemed pretty clear to me that I was doing exactly what I wanted to. Sitting in front of the fire, alternating reading with recipe hunting, a box of kleenex and a paper bag for all my nose blowing trash right next to me. Unfortunately, Ernie has now been felled by this cold as well, so I think this may very well be it. We shall see. I do feel a bit better, my nose isn't running quite as much, and if I keep downing the iced tea and Le Croix I can keep myself from coughing too much..
Something about waking up to my beautiful snow, and seeing the wind chill advisory made me want to do something long and slow cooked. We had bought a leg of lamb we were going to cook on New Year's Day but I was sick (wasn't I just saying how I felt much healthier? Hmmm.) so we threw it in the freezer. I decided it would be a good dinner for our MLK day. I obsessively googled recipes. How do I love thee Chowhound? I eventually landed on a version of James Beard's Spoon Lamb, or Seven Hour Roast Lamb. We shall see. It's kinda my own version of course. I had made some garlic/onion oil the other night so browned the salt and peppered lamb in that, then took it out and browned lemon halves. I deglazed the pan because I realized it wasn't big enough to cover the lamb, added the drippings to the new pan, added a bit of oregano, thyme, red pepper flakes, and a few fennel seeds, set the lamb in, squeezed all the browned lemons over it, added the same spices to the top, poured in a cup or two of white wine, covered it up and popped it in a 200 degree oven. I hope it's good but even if it's not, I got a lot of pleasure out of doing this part!
Now, back to reading my Adam Carroll songbook (Thanks Ernie---it's wonderful) and my new issue of Saveur. I'll let you know how the lamb turns out, and if Owen manages to kick me out of the house.