I had a great multi-course meal with friends Saturday evening that I'm going to blog on soon, but I'm presently running short on time and the Saturday dinner write-up will take more time than I've got this morning.  So instead I'm going to tell you about a little culinary adventure I had last night.

I fell in love with roasted bone marrow about a month ago, when I had it for the first time at the Blue Duck Tavern here in DC.  I had it again two weeks later at the Stone Park Café in Brooklyn, an excellent restaurant that my coffee guru friend SH and her husband TH introduced me to.  And for the past two weeks I've been looking for marrow bones at the Dupont Circle Farmers Market.  I've been told by the folks at Eco Friendly Foods that they occasionally bring them to market, but they haven't had any for me on my last two visits.  So on Sunday I wandered down to my other favorite meat pusher at the farmers market, Cibola Farms, which had some buffalo marrow bones . . . but the gentleman doing the selling had never roasted them himself to eat the marrow.  None of the buffalo marrow bones looked quite like the ones I'd eaten in restaurants.  Instead, they all appeared to be joint bones.  I didn't know if a joint bone would work, but I was really jonesin' for a marrow fix . . . and I'm always up for a food adventure . . . so I threw down $2.38 for a bone and walked away with a smile on my face.

Last night I pre-heated my oven to 375, coated the buffalo marrow bone in some olive oil that I've been infusing with rosemary for about a week and then covered it with some rosemary, thyme and parsley I had lying around.  I roasted the bone for about 35 minutes and . . . though the roasting herbs smelled divine . . . the above pictured roasted herb encrusted buffalo marrow bone was a big ol' failure!  But I don't think this failed cooking adventure was my fault—it was the fault of the marrow-less bone.  There just wasn't any . . . or at least there wasn't any that I could get to by digging through the fibrous sort-of-soft white-ish core of the bone where the marrow should have been.  So the next time I go shopping for marrow bones, I'll make sure they look like the one's I've eaten before . . . with visible deep-red marrow centers.  Live and learn . . . live and learn.  Wish me luck next time.

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