I was pleased to have had a guest priest come to town to help with our Sacred Triduum in the Extraordinary Form. His presence allowed us to have a Solemn Triduum. It also allowed me to brush off my cooking utensils. I hardly do any entertaining these days.
Priests should regularly have Suppers For The Promotion Of Clericalism (SFTPOC), for the building of priestly identity over large pieces of beef and bottles of wine, followed by cigars.
On Easter Sunday (after a nap) I made oven roasted potatoes, asparagus, bone-in rib-eye roast, Bearnaise sauce.
If you want your potatoes to turn out like you find in Rome, give them a good long soak in salt water. I kept a rosemary plant alive all winter. Not easy where I live, but life without rosemary is hardly to be imagined.
Behold, the Bearnaise. I haven’t made it for many moons and it was perfect.
With the pan drippings.
It was spectacular. Everything was exactly right.
And yet… I have to post this, too.
Last year one of you readers gave me a butter lamb mold.
I tried several times this year to get the butter lamb thing going, but… I must admit that it has defeated me.
I tried different timings with the freezer. I tried different butters. I managed to turn out one that didn’t split in half or break into uneven pieces. Here is the lone “lamb”, to use the word equivocally.
Alas, it looks a bit like something from Alien… no… better… Bp. Fatty McButterpant’s loathsome, somewhat deformed dog Chester over in the Diocese of Black Duck. It once, wisely, bit Fatty’s old classmate, Bp. Antuninu “Dozer” Ruspa of Pie Town.
It’s the ones you hate that live forever.
Anyway, I am sincerely grateful for the gift and for the opportunity to experience greasy, ignominious defeat. Better luck next year!