"Un gigot qui pleure" -- I love that. It makes a mess of the upper oven rack, however; the evening ends with somebody scouring it in the laundry sink.

I'm having a small boned leg of lamb -- frozen, from New Zealand, like all lamb sold in Stratford, home of the Ontario Pork Council. Sigh. My friend Alden will come over to help me eat it on Sunday evening with a nice bottle of Niagara pinot noir.

Green beans, also frozen -- fresh ones will have travelled all the way from Mexico -- and roasted potatoes. New potatoes would be better but, like fresh beans, they aren't to be had in Stratford in March.