Sunday in Britain is traditionally the day for a roast dinner. The childhood memories wrapped up in a Sunday roast lunch are precious and numerous. When my mum made a roast beef with all the trimmings it was heaven on a Sunday lunch plate. Yorkshire puddings the size of houses. Gravy. Mustard on the table. And the crown on the plate - roast potatoes: crispy, juicy, hot.
Now that I am a mother trying to instil a little Britishness into all four of my Dutch boys, I realise just how much work my mum went through every Sunday to have a roast on the table for us. But, oh, they were and still are so appreciated!
If you are a British expat: do you miss Sunday roasts? Do you still cook them where you are? If you are not British - have you ever had the pleasure of a traditional roast?