It’s bloody tasty isn’t it?
I’d never actually say it’s my favourite meal because it’s not. I’d always choose a curry of some description over it. But there’s something special about a roast dinner.
I guess it’s down to the memories and connotations. It’s always been the meal that’s there for special occasions. Christmas and New Year mostly. It’s the huge ‘so much food on the plate, you should explode’ meal. The one my Dad would spend hours slaving over on Christmas Day morning. There’s a lot of happy memories in there.
Me and my Mum don’t tend to make roast potatoes from scratch anywhere near as much as my Dad used to, only really for big things like Christmas. But we still give it all a good try.
We try to have a roast dinner every couple of weeks. Unfortunately not often on a Sunday because of my part time job. It’s still oddly therapeutic though.
I’m ‘weird’ in that I don’t eat any roast meat with my dinner. I just love all the veg and Yorkshire puddings instead. It works for me!
So tonight I had a huge plate of roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, cauliflower cheese, peas, carrot and swede mash and sage and onion stuffing, To say it was good was an understatement. I’m ridiculously full now though!