Sundays

My mum always used to cook a Sunday roast back when my sister and I were still living at home.

Dad was in charge of the gravy, so fag ash and whatever else he decided was the Condiment De Jour made it into the mix.

One time, he added some jerk sauce a Jamaican mate of his gave him as a thank you for sorting his car out, unaware it was a tad hot for our Home Counties palettes. I enjoyed my Sunday roast vindaloo, Dad finished half of his, Mum sensibly declined the gravy and knocked up some Bisto for herself.

To add insult to injury, Dad put some gravy on the leftovers he gave our old Bassett hound. Dog loved his spicy dinner, but the dinner didn’t like the dog and went through him like a 120mm APFSDS round striking a Robin Reliant.
 
Oh nice one - Fill in the blanks then - Who's the bloke pretending to be a girl? What was the old name? Everybody else knows, do they?

Yes. It's either someone undercover from eBay, possibly DFS in the hope of promoting corner sofas, or the police seeking revenge due to that guy revving the nuts off his supercar in a supermarket car park.
 
Yes. It's either someone undercover from eBay, possibly DFS in the hope of promoting corner sofas, or the police seeking revenge due to that guy revving the nuts off his supercar in a supermarket car park.
That's cleared that up then.

We have a Sunday roast most Sundays if we can, because it's one form of consuming veg that's a guaranteed winner for my boys who usually make more of a big deal out of consuming their greens. It's ruined dine-out roast dinners for me though, because I've spent ages perfecting a decent roast potato meaning that most carveries are just not going to cut the proverbial mustard :(
 
That's cleared that up then.

We have a Sunday roast most Sundays if we can, because it's one form of consuming veg that's a guaranteed winner for my boys who usually make more of a big deal out of consuming their greens. It's ruined dine-out roast dinners for me though, because I've spent ages perfecting a decent roast potato meaning that most carveries are just not going to cut the proverbial mustard :(

That's the danger of getting good at making something yourself, then finding the mass produced version just doesn't live up to it anymore. I don't really bother with Chinese takeaways these days. Years ago I used to love them, but now they seem bland (and expensive!) compared to what I can make myself.
 
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I like a Sunday roast. I don't do masses as I don't have the appetite I used to. Roast pork with crackling (5 mins on Max Crisp in the airfryer, Amazing crackling!), roast pots, yorkshires, and some veg is the kind thing I do. I quite enjoy the making. Glass of wine, classic FM on the Echo. Chilled afternoon pottering in the kitchen.

I agree with the above. It's not hard to do a proper good crunchy roast potato. I wonder what kind of chef's places employ when they can't par boil a spud then stick it in hot fat for 50 mins.
 
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"Yorkshire pudding is a side dish most often accompanying a savoury meal, like Sunday roast or sausages. But it's not entirely unusual to turn Yorkshire pudding into dessert and eat it with jam, icing sugar, custard, ice cream or any other sweet filling of your choice."
 
I like a Sunday roast. I don't do masses as I don't have the appetite I used to. Roast pork with crackling (5 mins on Max Crisp in the airfryer, Amazing crackling!), roast pots, yorkshires, and some veg is the kind thing I do. I quite enjoy the making. Glass of wine, classic FM on the Echo. Chilled afternoon pottering in the kitchen.

I agree with the above. It's not hard to do a proper good crunchy roast potato. I wonder what kind of chef's places employ when they can't par boil a spud then stick it in hot fat for 50 mins.
The sunday afternoon roast was a proper ritual when I was a kid father was in charge of the gravy as well as the roast puds mum in charge of the rest. Other than the occasional roast on a meal out thats never happened since and the price of a joint of lamb is so much these days they have security devices fitted to prevent theft at the supermarkets, my cholesterol levels would go through the roof as well so thats out. Anyways I'm too busy sundays the veg patch isn't going to sow itself
 
Talking of large single Yorkshire puddings, my best roast was when I made a huge Yorkshire pudding each in cake tins, then filled them with the roast dinner. It was incredible!
 
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