Takiap wrote:What is it that people find so appealing about a Sunday roast? As a kid I used to dread Sunday roasts because I found them to be the most boring and most predictable meal imaginable.
Philistine!!
Actually, there are of course roast dinners and roast dinners. I was part of that class and generation brought up on egg and chips, fish fingers, etc. during the week and a Sunday roast. Unfortunately, my mother, God bless 'er, was not the most gifted cook you could have asked for in a mother. Overcooked beef and overboiled vegetables. Yum...
However, once I was old enough to realise that a nice pink colour and even a bit of red-tinged juice oozing from your joint was not an omen of impending doom and a painful death, that vegetables could be boiled for just a couple of minutes, leaving them nice and crispy, that cauliflower didn't have to be smothered in powdered bread sauce, that pepper was a pleasing spice and not sneezing powder, that Dijon mustard helped to bring out the flavour of the meat (unlike Coleman's English, which was clearly a byproduct of WW2 biological warfare experiments) and that Bisto could be enhanced by the juice from a perfectly cooked joint, I came to appreciate one of the greatest pleasures in life, and one in which I am not ashamed to admit I frequently indulge -
mastur a Sunday roast! I had a perfect leg of lamb the other day, cooked in my 999 baht turbo oven (thanks Nereus!) and am still enjoying it cold with salad and in sandwiches. Life is most definitely
not a bitch.