There he sat cracking marrowbones, neat, tough, durable, his sleek furlike hair shedding the water like a bird’s feathers: he dripped a little onto his shoulders, like house-eaves dripping, and never noticed it.

From the center of the rice soars a roasted marrowbone, well browned but not overheated.

She marinates short ribs in honor of her Korean grandmother, braises them and serves them with a roasted marrowbone — it's tasty, if you don't think too hard about your favorite galbi jjim in Koreatown.

There are short ribs gently simmered in broth; potatoes and carrots; a marrowbone jutting from the tureen and even a little dish of mustard.

He built his oven himself using cement and bricks, and cooks food in cast iron pans and sometimes throws a marrowbone directly into the flames to harvest the marrow.