Except for the ice...
well, the food is good anyway.
We had roast beef and all the fixin's the other day. I had a lunch appointment and my thoughtful mother had started a roast for me so I wouldn't have to stress after I got home. It was very sweet, and much appreciated!
What I don't understand, is why her gravy is so much better than mine.
(Really, yes, I am that spoiled sometimes... she even peels and cuts up veggies for me. They are left soaking in water so I only have to turn things on. Wonder if my family begs her for this when I'm not around??)Her gravy is to die for. It's rich and full of flavor. If she is in the kitchen and I thicken it up for her, it still tastes okay. But if she is not here... it just doesn't turn out quite the same.
I have no idea how this happens.
I'm not saying my gravy is bad. It's still good, just not as good as hers.... even when it starts out as 'hers'.
I thoroughly enjoyed the dinner... and we ravenously ate up the leftovers in hot beef sandwiches with home-made fries the next day. It was fantastic!