This afternoon, right after Vince went back to work from lunch, I looked at my bread and it wasn’t rising. I looked at the bag of meat that was on the counter and it wasn’t defrosting. I looked at the thermostat and it was 58º in the kitchen so I decided to build a fire, and stick the bread and meat in front of the fire.
There’s a bowl of bread down with a plate of pheasant in a vacuum sealed bag.
The bread rose and the pheasant thawed and the house got warm.
Pheasant in saffron cream sauce over pasta. And it was delicious!