A week or so ago, I asked Deus Ex Machina if he could move a couple of chickens that had frozen *to* the freezer (defrosting is a good thing - I should do it more often). When he did, we discovered two roasts and a couple of steaks. One was a beef roast that was turned into a Yankee pot roast, slow cooked in the crock pot for a day and a half (yum!) with enough left over for two lunches and a couple of pots of soup.
The other roast was pork. It was a ham cut, but we opted to have it frozen fresh instead of cured with the intention of smoking it ourselves - without perservatives - but we never got around to it. This morning I put the pork roast in the crock pot with a bunch of spices and some apple cider.
When Deus Ex Machina got home from work, I started cooking the rest of what would become our evening meal: choice of oven roasted potatoes or hash browns and warm, fresh-cooked applesauce with pumpkin pie - prepared by Big Little Sister - for dessert.
The pork roast slow cooked in the crockpot for eight hours until the porkometer, a.k.a. meat thermometer, said it was well-done, and indeed, it was "well" done. So tender we could cut it with a fork, and delicious!
Deus Ex Machina and I cracked open one of the spruce beers, and everyone enjoyed the food.
The best part, though, came while I was making dinner. Little Fire Faery, Big Little Sister, and Deus Ex Machina pulled out their instruments and started strumming some tunes in the other room.
Good food, good music, good company. Who could ask for more?
And there's still pie ... or as Deus Ex Machina reminded us all during dinner, to our hilarity, every time we uttered the word - 3.14159265.