In the doghouse

I did a pot-roast tonight -- experimented with the seasonings a bit and it came out really well -- put a 2" chunk of cinnamon stick and some Garam Masala along with minced garlic, salt and black pepper and about a quarter cup of brown sugar (this for a five pound chuck roast and a half-gallon of beef stock (made with Better Than Bouillon from Costco -- fantastic stuff!) Next time I will try a bit of dark chocolate and some coffee -- not so that you can taste it -- these spices are like Tarragon. If you can identify the spice, you used too much but a little bit adds a lot of complexity to the flavor profile. Did a Roux and made gravy from the pan juices. Anyway, the three of us ate our way into a food coma. We were sitting watching American Pickers and hear a crash from the kitchen. Grace went shopping. She immediately fled into the living room but stayed as far away as she could from us. She knew what she did was bad. We shunned her for the rest of the evening -- Curtis is now out in the DaveCave(tm), Lulu is to bed and I am surfing for a little bit. I think that Grace learned a life lesson tonight. Dang -- I was really looking forward to another night of pot-roast and then some beef noodle soup but am now thawing out a ham steak and will be doing Ham and Bean soup for tomorrow's dinner. Happiness is a full freezer...