Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy . . . meaning . . . pot roast, of course! The full details of this project will be disclosed tomorrow, because of lots of reasons. I will just say that I have new found respect for that Julie who cooked all of Julia Child's recipes in one year. Mission Impossible. This said after my cooking JUST ONE of the recipes, and not even the real deal, I found an abbreviated copycat version on the Internet and totally skipped the 24 pearl onions bit. After just getting the roast prepped and in the oven, the idea of peeling the skins off 24 itsy onions made my toes curl, more than they already do naturally. Not to mention I still have the bag of sprouting pearl onions leftover from Thanksgiving sitting on top of my washing machine. Really, the pearls are now empty, just the shivery skins and scary sprouts, like a super model, only empty inside but not as pretty on the outside. Like a papery prune. Anyone who does that does not deserve a fresh crop of pearl onions. AND, I don't work full-time like that Julie. What is the woman made of, for crying out loud??

So, just trust me on this, I cannot strike another key, in fact, after just rereading what I wrote above, it makes scant sense.

KEM, no Julia Child, no Julie either