On a scale of one to ten?

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I'd give that roast, the meat, a six.  Maybe a seven.  With a caveat.  Pot roasts can't be a ten.  Maybe a nine?  Maybe.  So... middling or a bit better?  The meat had texture.  It wasn't falling apart.  The flavor wad good enough.  I was satisfied with the effort.

The veggies?  Really surprised me.  The turnips, I thought, might well turn to absolute mush, being sliced into apple like wedges.  No, they held together well, but too weren't crispy.  Just... done.  The potatoes, being new potatoes, were done, and a bit too soft.  But... that is how new potatoes go.  I would count them as creamy, rather than mushy.  The mushrooms, carrots, and celery, were... good.  Solid without being crisp.  Soft without being mushy.  And they all took to butter well.

For the veggies, I'd count this as, more like, an eight to nine.  With ten being possible, just unlikely.  Not sure what it would take to get a ten, but it's possible.

I am quite satisfied.  Shouldn't have eaten the potatoes.  Maybe not even the turnips?  But... I did.  And enjoyed.  I ate a lot of food tonight.  That tease, of smelling it for hours, just pushed my hunger into a seriously grand state.  And, probably, the carbs drew me in like a magnet does metal.  Oh, very happy.  Very full.

Now to get the stuff put away.  I won't do dishes, not tonight.  I'll be lucky to get the leftovers refrigerated, but really want to save that.  It was more a memory thing, a reminder of my youth.  That would have been a Sunday meal, once or twice a month.  Chicken... roasted or fried, this, goulash, chicken or beef and noodles (homemade), rarely a pork roast.  And leftovers into the week.

The smell.  That... will... last for days.

I didn't make a true gravy.  But I pushed so far, just to get it done.  Straining out the initial vegetal debris, pulling the meat, putting it back, straining it again, in the end.  Putting the meat back in in order the heat it back up.  It was a lot of work.  If, I think, mostly, worth it.  For... once in a while.  Not a daily driver, that.  But it will carry me through the week a bit.

I'm impressed, more with what I did with the vegetables.  Though the meat?  I really did strike that balance, between some texture, bite, and yet well enough done so as to be an easy thing to eat.  That is, almost, as good as I can do with a beef, chuck, roast.

I think the potatoes, and maybe turnips, kick this out of the keto range, if just.  Though, too, it was all made from scratch, so there are... nutritional points for that.  Not perfect, if too a rare thing.  I'll live with in, as a very rare keto-ish treat.  And... just... memories of youth.  I could do that once a year.  Adding extra butter helps swing things more into keto too.  It's the balance, as much as the numbers... to... some degree.

Well, on to putting that up, then getting on to bed.  It's very late.  I am very tired.  Good night.