Sunday 19th June 2011
“Whoa…” I said getting up from the dinner table to check the thermometer. “…there is nothing like a hot roast dinner on a Sunday afternoon.”
It was 25°C in the shade. Not boiling but a little hot to be eating a steaming hot roast dinner in flat with air conditioning.
There was a reason for this. Apart from the fact that my quest to run down my tiny 13×16 inch freezer box continues, today is father’s day. I was awoken with our traditional celebratory tray of scrabbled eggs & bacon and so I thought I’d make a bit of an effort with lunch as opposed to the normal thoughtless slop I serve up. 😉
To be honest, this was a collaboration between Mum & I. When she was over the week before last she made a beautiful, and incredibly expensive, roast beef dinner. The joint was so big there was enough for another meal. I faithfully frozen the leftovers alone with the Yorkshire puddings for a day such as this.
The carrots I roasted in a tin foil bag with rosemary, thyme, salt ‘n pepper, garlic, olive oil & a splash of white wine.
When I cooked the duck breast, I saved the fat and so roasted the potatoes in the beautiful tasting lard. Delicious.
Happy father’s day Dad. I love you.