{"id":369,"date":"2014-11-14T15:02:50","date_gmt":"2014-11-14T23:02:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/?p=369"},"modified":"2014-11-14T15:02:50","modified_gmt":"2014-11-14T23:02:50","slug":"warmed-to-my-marrow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/?p=369","title":{"rendered":"Warmed to My Marrow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I like good food.<\/p>\n<p>If\u00a0you&#8217;ve met me it&#8217;s not a stretch to recognise this. My philosophy has been that life should be enjoyed in big bites. As the man said, &#8216;moderation is for monks&#8217;. However, as I progress into my sixth decade, I&#8217;ve learned to turn the volume back down from 11 occasionally. Rather than a 48 ounce Porterhouse (I wish I was kidding when I say I ate the whole thing) I now enjoy a 12-ounce Flatiron, or some sliced flank&#8211;or even a nice vegetarian meal (I know, I know, eating vegetables is bad for the environment, but they&#8217;re so delicious!)<\/p>\n<p>But when it&#8217;s time for something rich and tasty, you should never skimp: have <a href=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/?p=331\">one great Martini <\/a>instead of three crappy ones. Eat a small bar of really good chocolate rather than a bunch of gritty cheap stuff. You get the drift&#8211;less is more, if it&#8217;s better.<\/p>\n<p>Today I was in the mood for something really, really rich. I was in my butcher, the same hilariously squeamish chap who brings me in various animal parts while wincing (seriously, you&#8217;d think he never saw anyone have a conversation with a severed pig&#8217;s head before!). The display case held precisely two small, perfect objects.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_370\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-370\" style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023325.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-370\" src=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023325-1024x742.jpg\" alt=\"The cow was not using them anymore\" width=\"500\" height=\"362\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023325-1024x742.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023325-300x217.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023325-624x452.jpg 624w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-370\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The cow was not using them anymore<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Marrow bones, a section of the leg bone of a calf. I knew right then that they must be mine.\u00a0I took them home, seasoned them liberally with Sel Gris and cracked pepper and popped them in a 450 degree convection oven for 20 minutes.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_371\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-371\" style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023353.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-371\" src=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023353-1024x857.jpg\" alt=\"Soon, my pretties! \" width=\"500\" height=\"419\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023353-1024x857.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023353-300x251.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023353-624x522.jpg 624w, http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023353.jpg 1994w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-371\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Soon, my pretties!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>While they roasted, filling the house with a heavenly smell, I sauteed a few brown mushrooms in good Irish butter and a wee bit of garlic and prepared a nice piece of Tuscan bread toast.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_372\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-372\" style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023431.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-372\" src=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023431-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"It's the perfect food, hiding right inside your bones. \" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023431-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023431-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_20141114_023431-624x468.jpg 624w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-372\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">It&#8217;s the perfect food, hiding right inside your bones.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>The middle of the bones is hot, rich and delicious. Dragged out with a spoon and smeared onto the toast, it was the perfect rich-but-not-overwhelming accompaniment to a glass of Pinot Noir.<\/p>\n<p>Now, what&#8217;s for dinner?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I like good food. If\u00a0you&#8217;ve met me it&#8217;s not a stretch to recognise this. My philosophy has been that life should be enjoyed in big bites. As the man said, &#8216;moderation is for monks&#8217;. However, as I progress into my sixth decade, I&#8217;ve learned to turn the volume back down from 11 occasionally. Rather than &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/?p=369\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Warmed to My Marrow&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-369","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/369","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=369"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/369\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":373,"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/369\/revisions\/373"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=369"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=369"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.timvandergrift.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=369"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}