Alas, even the most sublime of winter companions must travel north by the end of March. “Must” is relative, of course, to whatever. But with license I’ll say that once the croci are up and April approaches I get in a totally different sort of mood, myself, here in the temperate Zone 6. After aperire mood isn’t even the issue, heat is, and if I decide to suffer through the roasting of meat it’s only to have it put away cold for sandwiches and salads.
So, Dominae et Dominus, send forth your final offerings of Winter, for Spring is upon us and the winds are bound to shift. Any roast meat, even chicken?