While running around in Kingsport yesterday, I got the notion in my head that I wanted a leg of lamb, to serve for Passover when the kids were here.
At Food City, the Asian meat clerk had no idea what I was talking about. At Food Lion, they had leg chops (presumably, chopped off a lamb's leg), but no whole or even half leg roast. Ordinarily, I'd just change my dinner plans, but now I'm getting stubborn about this. My desire for a leg of lamb has assumed the quality of a quest.
Today, when I go to pick up Bill at the airport, I plan on hitting Kroger's and any other grocery I happen across. I don't think it's unreasonable to ask that lamb be available in the spring, but apparently, it's not something people are used to around here. I'd hate to think that I might have to just drive around, looking for sheep in the pastures, knocking on farmhouse doors.
I remember one Passover when the kids were still at home. We had about 25 people coming for Seder, and I was stuck at work, since Passover invariably happens near the same time as tax-crunch April. While I was busily entering data for the accountant, I was also on the phone to Juli, coaching her through stuffing garlic slivers in the roast, and getting it in the oven, so we would at least be eating before midnight!
As it turned out, it was the best one ever--go Juli! If all else fails, I may just have her go to the Metropolitan Market in Seattle and stuff a cryovac roast in her carry-on bag with a couple of ice packs. And make her cook it.
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