Friday, January 04, 2008

It's my bone, actually

For Christmas dinner, we spurned turkey and goose, choosing to have a nice rib roast of beef instead. It's a distant memory now, except for the bones:

happiness is a Patterdale Terrier with a beef bone
and a comfy bed

Roast rib of beef, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, home-grown purple sprouts. Mmmm.

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