G's Roast

I came home late again, but I came home to enjoy the best roast I have ever eaten. It was moist and juicy and so tastey, and the new potatoes and carrots were perfect. The boys had already eaten, but G waited for me. G couldn't take all the credit. He seasoned it just right, and put it together just right, but the credit really goes to God for making this cow. Well, Alan, the guy we buy our meat from, should get some credit. The livestock he raises are all certified organic. The cows don't get feed filled with antibiotics or growth hormone. They're grass fed, and his chickens are all free range also. His webpage is www.paidom.com.

The Eighties must be the theme for the week because G played the Police tonight- Every Breath You Take. Well, that's enough bloggin'. G sounds annoyed with the fact that I'm on the computer.