Or at least that's what we planned on eating tonight. A pork loin roast rubbed with the Fall Harvest mustard from our stash of Raye's mustards. But then I realized the roast was still pretty frozen. I pulled it out of the fridge and put it on the counter to sit while we ran to the store for a few more things.
When we came home we saw this:
It took me a few seconds to realize what I was looking at. Finn, the dog in the photo, tends to chew things up if she's anxious but I didn't recognize the paper. And then it hit me... it was butchers paper... the kind that my pork roast was wrapped in.
I ran upstairs to the kitchen and sure enough - no roast!
We were only gone about 15 minutes. Plus, it was really quite frozen! I can't believe she ate it all.
Two minutes later she was on the floor in the kitchen looking sad as ever. What does this look say?
"The roast wasn't even cooked!"
Or is it...
"I think I ate too much... or too fast."
And then there is Sadie...
I can't tell if this is a look of satisfaction (the way you feel after eating a big turkey dinner) or a look of sadness because Finn didn't share a bite. It's possible she didn't.
Either way, there is no roast for dinner.
Looks like it's going to be pesto pizzas again.
Beer can chicken tomorrow I promise!
POST SCRIPT:
Below are photos of what we ended up eating. My mom and I had the pizza's, R had the macaroni.
The next day R began to suspect perhaps Sadie had more to do with the roast eating than we thought. Hmmm...
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