A Big, Yellow, Dirty Bucket

Dinner last Wednesday came in a big, yellow, dirty bucket.  I kid you not!

Having made dinner on Monday (see my Stimulating Summer Sea Bass post), and my brother and his friend providing dinner on Tuesday, my housemate offered to cook dinner for the group on Wednesday.  As it happened, she was busy with her farming - still harvesting - so I received a call as soon as I got home from work informing me that everything for dinner was at the farmhouse.

I popped my head round the farmhouse door and was presented by my friend's mother with a bucket of newly-unearthed potatoes.  I was then led up the garden, where we dug up a bunch of carrots and picked runner beans.  All of which went into the bucket.  Back in the kitchen, I was given a huge joint of beef, which took the contents of the bucket up to the brim.

And off I went with a big, yellow, dirty bucket full of dinner.  The joint was roasted atop a bed of carrots, garlic and onions.  The potatoes were roasted and (very bad) yorkshire puddings were made.  Job done.

As an addendum, we ate about two thirds of the joint between the four of us that evening.  I had already started making plans for the remaining meat the minute I'd served up.  All in vain, though, as Tim's friend polished off the rest of the roast after we'd left that evening.