by Libby Earland
Perhaps the greatest thing about having a Sunday Roast is that it is traditional. The act of having a roast in a group of family and or friends is enjoyable, and roasts on a Sunday bring about that sleepy but wonderfully contentedly full feeling. It’s a specific feeling that is a mix of heavy foods and ‘that sunday afternoon’ vibe.
The tradition of sharing a meal around a table with family and friends before the new week begins is just lovely isn’t it? I think so. And herein begins my year in Sunday Roasts.
The roast you make with friends and inevitably feel smug about.
Oh yes, as soon as you have learnt how to cook and you can master the ‘roast dinner’ you are truly growing up. Smugness comes from whoever gets the potatoes right and of course when the timings work out and you can serve said roast with a crescendo. The impressive piles of vegetables, the meat/nut roast and the gravy (good god that gravy). Someone adopts the role of ‘parent’ by carving the meat and serving to each member of the table. There’s wine and cheers-ing and a general celebration at the teamwork with a tasty reward. Then there’s leftovers, and the week is your oyster. Yes, the roast made by yourself and your friends leaves a lot to feel smug about.
The roast you get in a pub.
Pubs do roasts, and to go for a good pub roast much research has to be done. There’s the one around the corner that does it for a fiver, but surely it can’t be any good? Then there’s the one down in Camberwell but that’s like £20, which is expensive but then again it is meant to be amazing? So instead you end up opting for the more reasonably priced £13 one but with good reviews seems like the best bet. Or you can go to a pub that tries a roast fusion, that’s curious but an exciting variation on the Sunday Roast when you feel like you’ve had too much of the same. Then you go to the pub, but a pub jaunt with a roast is more of a deal, it is hearty, wholesome and feels just great in winter.
The roast you go home for.
Possibly the best roast of all. Over the years various family members know how you like certain elements of the roast, and you get those home comforts even more so from Dad’s potatoes and Mum’s parsnips. Unless of course your roast with friends has just gotten so good you feel like you need to interject and ensure that you can still feel that post roast smugness by ensuring that the red cabbage is fucking great.
The roasts you get served in those giant yorkshire puddings.
I couldn’t possibly go through a list of roasts without mentioning this one. The dinner plate yorkshire looks impressive, it’s novel and it’s pretty cool. You can buy them from frozen and then add them to the roast with friends (depending on your circle and how of course that option would go down), you can have the attempt at making them yourself , with varying degrees of success and giant status. Or there’s got to be a pub that does them nearby our houses, just in case?
So, the tradition of the roast dinner can be enjoyed is so many ways. For friends, for families, for teamwork and of course the food. Could there be a greater tradition that you want to carry through on a weekly basis in a country that carries through from childhood and into young adulthood? So my friends, bon appetit and let’s toast to the Sunday Roast.
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Libby Earland is a photo contributor to Dear Damsels and a picture maker. She also likes Babybels.