That is what they said.
I made another fabulous roast tonight because that is what EB wanted. I hope this doesn't become another Friday night pizza thing. Not that it isn't good, but I don't run enough for that much red meat.
Anyway I thought I would make some nice hot buttery bread to go with it. So I stuck it under the broiler and I am sure you can figure out just what happened.
I should probably go get the bread off the sidewalk before some squirrel tries to eat it and chokes to death.
The porch still stinks, 2 hours later.