The Sunday Fricassee

I diced the potatoes, carrots, and onions before I left for my walk, and by the time I got home, my husband had the beef roast in the oven, and the house smelled just wonderful. "That's a fine fricassee," I announced as I walked in; it's a line from some western, can't tell you which one. 

In a while, we were nom nom nomming, with buttered toast on the side, and it was all good, and the house smelled great for hours! Now we have lots of leftover roast beef for sandwiches this week, too: nice and tender and flaky!

My soundtrack song is Duran Duran, with Hungry Like the Wolf.