The Story
This is the magnum opus of Sunday cooking — a slow, steady crescendo that builds over four hours until the meat falls from the bone in tender, wine-soaked ribbons. Think of it as a symphony in four movements: the sear, the aromatic build, the long braise, and the triumphant rest.
Like the best concept albums, this dish rewards patience. The tempo is largo, deliberate, meditative. Each hour in the oven is a verse, each baste a refrain. The aromatics harmonise — rosemary's piney treble, garlic's pungent bass, red wine's rich baritone. By the final movement, the kitchen smells like a standing ovation.
This is winter's anthem, the track you put on when the days are short and the nights demand comfort. Serve it with mash or polenta, something to soak up the sauce. Pour the same wine you cooked with. Press play, and let time do the work.