It's late Sunday night. I feel really proud. You see, I've had a lot of celebratory food in the past several days, all of which I made myself. And each dish turned out well, if I do say so...
Sure I feel bloated and sluggish right now, but I'm still happy for the successes. They're worth it.
Clay pot pork (two recipes, two nights back to back); roast lamb shoulder.
