Roast dinners are a sunday staple. Not because I'm a traditionalist, just because I like it and it works well; providing bubble and squeak for monday evenings. Recently I've had a run of poor form with these; which has been most disappointing.
Sunday saw a return to form though. I'd bought the meat from a proper butchers and this seemed to make all the difference. The joint didn't really look all that different from the supermarket one I'd bought; but there was a world of difference in the taste and texture; the butcher's stuff infinitely better.
Here it is, just prior to my smothering the whole lot in gravy:
- Roast pork, cooked slow over 6 hours
- Mashed potatoes and turnip (not popular)
- Sprouts
- Roast potatoes
- Leeks in cheesey sauce (made with extra strong cheddar; really good)
- Then parsnips and carrots roasted with honey
I think I added the honey in far too early in to proceedings. The burnt-ness of these was very popular; it was deliberate, honest.
I'm not sure the baking tray will ever recover though.
