Greetings, my fellow port swillers and happy Feast of St. Stephen! I hope you are all recovering from lots of Christmas Day merriment – it was certainly quite late this morning before anyone at Port Swiller Manor began to stir. (Except for the eldest cat, who started -as is her wont- to pester me to feed her at about 6 ack emma. Damned cats.)
Anyhoo, we had a very pleasant Christmas Day ourselves, meaning there was no teenager trauma and the oven didn’t cut out on me (as happened last year before I could get teh popovers done). Ol’ Robbo doesn’t like to brag, but I will say that I seem to have a genuine talent when it comes to roasts. I absolutely nailed that bad boy this year, getting a near perfect rosey-red center. Surprisingly, there really isn’t that much left – maybe two or three meals’ worth. I like to think this was some testament to my cooking.
Today I begin my new exercise regime, by the bye. Nobody would ever call me fat, but because of my fondness for red meat and wine I’m beginning to develop a certain flabbiness which probably is not the best thing for a fellah shortly to turn 51.