Bone marrow is associated in my mind with childhood and doing dishes.
Competition for leftovers among my five siblings was fierce, right down to the meat juices. Kitchen duty, however, meant that the roasting pan was all mine. When no one was looking. I sucked on bones and soaked up pan juices with bread.
I assumed that, as with many of my secret pleasures, it was an uncouth, maybe even disgusting, indulgence.
But wait! Boldly featured this winter on the decidedly high-class menu of Ariana Restaurant in Bend:
As good as I remember it. After a day of skiing, hot, rich, drippy marrow spread on toast was — heaven.
For me, anyway. My husband could barely watch me eat it. Marrow isn’t for everyone.
No matter. Everything we tried was delicious — salmon, chorizo shrimp with creamy polenta, salads.
Best of all? Dessert.
Out of this world.
Excellent service, a cool, old Craftsman-style house, full service bar.
Ariana Restaurant and Bar, 541-330-5539.
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