Thursday, December 21

Christmas fare

I collected my portion of a slaughtered steer from the neighbour this morning. Grazed wild on Dartmoor, his beef is always a bit special. Like most things in life we’re continually told are not good for us, the taste of seared saturated fat is a real treat – and not just the half-dozen sirloin steaks, nor the fillet, the three-rib roast and rolls of brisket, the tail and cheeks… There’s a festive crate of Deuxième Cru Classé Bordeaux waiting in readiness.

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