Lambo is now in the oven. He got smothered in mountain pepper, wattle seed and native thyme. This thing is going to feed us for days. My kid is gonna hate me "What's for dinner?" "Lamb roast" "What's for dinner?" " lamb souvlakis" "What's for dinner?" "Lamb soup" "LAMB AGAIN? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU".
Would it surprise you if I said that I do in fact sing and talk to my meat while I lovingly massage oil in. They are more lullabies and prayers though.