February 01, 2009

Fact 1: After more than a month of living in Jason’s basement, we still don’t have a kitchen table. We eat all of our meals by delicately suspending plates on our knees.

Fact 2: Jason cooks cows in prodigious quantities.

These two facts combined deliciously on Saturday night - Jason made a roast that we all got to enjoy at a dinner table like normal people. While shoving food in our faces (sitting at a table seemed to give us more leverage to do so), we also learned that:

• The content of your bowls should match their colour.
• Macadamia nuts tastes somewhat like beef marrow sandwiches.
• Washing dishes should be a mystical, reflective experience.

Thus, with our bellies full, Laura and I left Jason to contemplate the awesomeness of beef: