Pot Roast

 Last night, Belle and I were discussing the lunch menu for today.  She mentioned that we haven't done a pot roast in a while, so I determined to make one today. It's an ancient recipe, on that has been in the family for decades.  My grandfather used to make it every Sunday, as part of a larger meal.  My grandfathers Sunday table was legendary, with pot roast, meatballs, baked mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, English peas, and a host of other sides.

The basic pot roast recipe is here.

Even though my last name happens to be German, my heritage is more mixed, like all Americans.  I have German, Dutch, Scots-Irish, and Cajun blood running through me.  My Scots-Irish grandmother, for example, loved crawfish, but I don't recall my Cajun grandmother ever eating a crawfish.

I recall as a young officer, I was sent to Fort Dix NJ for a two-week class.  One night, several of us went off post to have dinner at a German restaurant.  I thought it was exotic and ordered German Pot Roast as the entree. I was somewhat disappointed to find that it was precisely what my grandfather had served ever Sunday. I did learn about schnitzel and bratwurst on that trip.

The roast is in the oven.  In anther hour the kitchen will start to smell like what I think heaven will smell like.