Three things that are true

1. I feel like the pizza I ate last night has passed from my stomach not to my intestines but rather to my pores, whence wafts the intriguing yet disgusting odor of stale cheese.
2. I could really go for a leg of lamb right now. Cold, generously studded with garlic.  The sort of leg that wouldn't be demeaned if you called it "gigot". Photographs of carved leg of lamb, or someone carving a leg of lamb, such as adorn cookbooks or the covers of cooking magazines generally have the bone pointing parallel to the plane of the page—to the right or left, not up or down—and usually one can see, as the front pieces are sliced away, that the outer part of the leg and the inner part are not all the same; there's an inner oval of flesh and an outer encompassing layer.  Sort of visible here—notice in the far-right carved piece the separation into two discrete parts, and the ovoid section still on the leg of a different color from its surroundings.  That's what I want: the tender inner oval.  Generously studded.  With garlic.  Yes, that's right.
3. I used to think that "tabula rasa" was the name of a kind of rice. (Now I know it's the name of an Einstürzende Neubauten album.)

Comments

[Dan]

Dammit, now I want lunch. Chinese lunch, with a generous smattering of black bean garlic sauce.

[bitchphd]

Sorry about the cheese, but it could be worse: it could be Doritos.

[clockzero]

Did you get my message about cooking beans?