A remembrance of roast beefs past 

There were very few Sundays growing up when we didn’t sit down to a nice roast beef dinner with potatoes, gravy and other roasted vegetables. I grew up in Montana, where beef was (and still is) very much the king of proteins.  My mom or dad did some prep on those mornings and got the meal going just before we left for church. We would return to the heavenly scent of slow-cooked roast beef. It’s an ideal dinner for a weekend evening when you have a bit of extra time to cook it nice and slow. I’m willing to bet that a good chunk of Montana residents would describe themselves as “meat and