When my biggest guy was a toddler, he coined a new phrase in our house.
As we paged through a coffee-table book that featured photos of lighthouses new and old from around the country, he fell upon a page that caused him pause.
The photograph was of a lighthouse silhouette back-lit by a stunning sunset of oranges, deep pinks, and hot reds. It was just the top half of the house, and around the unlit light was the glass housing, and around the housing was a smooth iron railing that ran a complete ring around the lighthouse.
It was the birds that stopped him though.
Hundreds of birds, silhouetted by the simmering sunset, were perched on the railing. They crowded against one another – some heads up, some down, some birds facing one another, some staring off into the distance – no matter what they were doing though, it appeared that there was movement and interaction between them all. They were gathered.
My son pointed and commented, “Hey! Look at those roast-beefing birds!”
I looked at him trying to decipher what he meant, and then it hit me. “You mean, bar-be-cuing?”
“Yeah,” he said, “they’re having a party!”
Ahhh. Yes. They’re having an outdoor party at sunset. Everyone is gathered outside and there is happy commotion.
And meat is involved.
Or, apparently a roast-beef.
Forever more, roast beef has been a “gathering food” in my heart.
We are a frequently roast-beefing family during the school-year months.
We gather around this cold-weather, comforting dish, that warms our hearts and souls.
It can serve as a fancy-ish company dish, or a school night rib sticker.
Either way, no one complains on roast-beefing nights – fancy place settings or not.
Apparently, there are magical happy-family qualities to fork-tender red meat that’s been simmering away in red wine, butter, and Italian spices all day.
Make your mashed potatoes in the morning – and whether dinnertime will be wrapping up the duties of a weeknight or kicking off the relaxation of a Sunday evening – the meal will be ready in mere minutes, and you and your family just may enjoy “roast-beefing” on a regular basis too. . . .