Marrow Goodness

There is nothing more primal and gratifying than a plate of aromatic beef marrow bones, ready to be attacked, its fatty richness waiting to be smeared on thick slices of toast and sprinkled with a bit of coarse salt.

In all its Flintstones splendor, I find this dish irresistible. Dining companions always ogle at my bizarre plate and once they hear me moaning with pleasure (as I did at Stone Park Cafe, while downing the mammoth marrow extravaganza pictured above), they suddenly become green with jealousy.

Luckily for them, I'm good at sharing. Figure if I do it enough, someday I'll get to marvel at an entire table tucking into a platter or two of roasted beef marrow bones.

A lovely, genteel sight to be sure. (And, that said, it'll also be the closest I ever want to get to the caveman diet.)