Remembering Snorri

Snorri was an Icelandic lamb, raised for us by friends living on a few acres in the county. C thought he should have a name -- Icelandic, of course, in spite of warnings about becoming too fond of him. We only saw him a couple of times before his demise in the pasture where he was raised. He was spared the stress of being transported to a slaughterhouse, and had a good, albeit short life in the company of his two siblings and mother.

I grilled some of the chops on the barbeque a couple of days ago. They were the best lamb chops we've ever tasted. C boiled up the bones to make stock for a lamb and barley stew we had for dinner tonight. She gave me the bones to pick clean at lunch.

Just because I like to gnaw on bones doesn't mean I have a dog's life. The main lunch course was a delicious salad with Bleu d'Auvergne cheese, apples, and walnuts. You can see it by clicking here.

We like Bleu d'Auvergne just as much as Roquefort, and it's much cheaper -- in the USA. One of George W Bush's last acts before leaving office was to increase the import duty on Roquefort from 100% to 300%, because France wouldn't support his war on Iraq.