Warmth for the cold

Another Robert Service sort of day ("There are strange things done under the Midnight Sun by the men who moil for gold....Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail."), and John called to ask me to pick up "the box" because he was going home to put on a pot roast.

Now he and I have different approaches to pot roast, as the kids will tell you, but last night's filled the house with a warm aroma, was tender, juicy, delicious, with baby carrots, buttered noodles, a tossed salad, and a Biblical apple. This is the way God meant apples to be, and why Eve was tempted by an apple and not, say, raspberries. Some CMS red. The right meal for the day.