Friday, January 29, 2010

Pass the Lamb, Please

I'll pass on the lamb, and yes there is a story behind that. My late wife, Ellie, grew up in Westchester County, NY and lamb was a great favorite of hers and of all her family. I, on the other hand, had three summers of eating in the cafeteria at a western college whose name started with "R" and ended in "eed." The cafeteria manager, or purchasing agent or whoever made those decisions, had evidently worked a long-term contract with some Montana sheep baron. We had "lamb" and mutton and mouton-- you get the idea-- to the point that I can barely stand to be in the same room with it.

Ellie, on the other hand, was at times almost distraught because lamb was impossible to obtain in our community, even though we practically could see the sheep grazing in the pasture next door. Of course: they shipped their lamb to NY! So when her brother visited, he always brought a leg of lamb: and you gotta love Don. He brought a ham, too, just for me.

A BBBH favorite is gyros so whenever we are in the neighborhood of a good Greek restaurant, she gets to stop for that. Of course, I have a burger.

(Since I have hit a "dry spell," I lifted this from my private blog to share it publicly.)


Andrea said...

I love gyro's and other lamb dishes, too. My hubby does NOT eat it either.

Vee said...

I had lamb once - not for me, and I dislike duck, also.

vanilla said...

Andrea: To each her, or his, own.

Vee: The two of us would likely starve in certain cultures. Or become vegans.

Secondary Roads said...

Thanks to a food allergy, I don't eat turkey and only rarely eat chicken. We had eaten lamb in Ecuador and liked it there. It is prohibitively expensive in the stores in this area, but fortunately, neighbor, blogger and friend Meghan raises sheep and we usually split a lamb with her and her husband in the fall. Love gyros. I'm thinking lamb kabobs . . . Maybe couscous -- yum.

vanilla said...

As I said, Chuck, to each his own!