Easter Sunday Black family dinner in Wolves meal. Well marinaded stewed oxtail with butterbeans. We had white rice, green beans, salad and coleslaw, and a request for my roast potatoes on top. Left out out the Yorkshires so it wasn't an entirely West indian / English cuisine. All followed by M&S trifle. I was well stuffed. There was enough oxtail for two ad hoc meals left over, and for me to freeze a big portion for one with just rice to bring back to London.
Dontcha just love that stickiness on the fingers when you pick up a piece of properly cooked stewed peppered heat oxtail, eat the meat, then suck off the remnants right down to the bone. And then there's the sticky heavy sauce that rice finds so attractive and gets so heavily involved with as a bonus. Quiet night Friday, so I'm having my saved portion when I can have a pornographic foodie moment with my own sweet self



I might invite a tablespoon of luxury coleslaw, on the side just to cool and sweeten things a little.