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Sunday Lunch

There are some traditions that happen once or twice a year but there is one British tradition that most grow up with and happens weekly, it is the good old Sunday roast.
I was lucky to have grown up with this weekly ritual and on some lucky weeks to have also had a mid week roast. More often or not it was a roast chicken with stuffing, several types of vegetables including the ever feared Brussel sprouts which I actually loved, a Yorkshire pudding accompanied the meal and then covered in lashings of hot meaty gravy made from the juices of the chicken. Wow what lucky child I was.
Remembering back to my childhood, today I am carrying on with the tradition myself still in love with a good Sunday roast but now being much older I sometimes end up being the one slaving in the kitchen doing what my mother used to do and what I took for granted, oh how I hate the preparation. You spend hours in the kitchen slaving over a hot stove and for what? Less than an hour of joy covered in gravy.
Today I still managed to have a Sunday roast but was treated to someone else doing the Sunday ritual as both Wayne and I joined Michèle and Anthony at their place for a gorgeous all the trimmings homemade roast, unfortunate because I was so looking forward to the meal my only photo of Michele and Anthony’s efforts was the empty plate, mind you that goes to show just how much I enjoyed all their efforts. Well done you two, I had a fabulous time.

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