The Last Leg


I stored Jay in joint size pieces in my large freezer at the back of the lean-to – the one we had built with the kitchen extension.

I’ve been busy over the last few months: chopping, grinding and tending to my extended vegetable garden.

This last leg – Jay’s last leg, is for this special meal I’ve got planned for Fiona tonight. It’s her favourite dish, see – lasagna. I found it in a book of recipes she gave me a couple of Christmases ago.

Now let me see, ‘Two and a half pounds of ground beef’.

I ain’t got no scales, but I’ve been cooking long enough to know what two pounds of meat look like. Being in the freezer’s made it easier to peel the skin off.

I’ve tenderised and grounded the meat – the old fashioned way. The chopped onions burn my eyes. I quickly drop them in the oily pan with the crushed garlic and ‘add the minced meat, to brown’.





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