Thanks for popping in.
Cor dearie me!!
All this partying is hard work!
I shall be glad to get back to work for a break!
The birthday celebrations continued this morning with
Breakfast at the Spa!
After which we finally waved tataa to Mum and Dad.
Aunty Esther and I took a slow stroll down Mount Ephraim to the Pantiles. We had no choice there,
because Mark had gone off with my car keys!
But the sun came out, and we spent an enjoyable hour together, before she caught her train back home too.
Just enough time to get home, get the lamb in the oven,
and set the table again for the next guests:
Grace’s best friend Lizzie and her fella.
I know the kids love a good old English roast,
and there’s nothing like a grateful eater – or 4 !!
So it was my absolute pleasure to cook for the kids.
So while I’m whizzing round the island, trying to dish it up hot,
Grace sees the comedy sketch in it.
You KNOW how hot I am getting here,
because you KNOW that this is the crucial part of the job.
Have already kicked the slippers off, burnt my fingers sharing out the roast potatoes quickly, and am now ladling the gravy double smart….
And here’s my No. 1 helper.
Cool and collected, ready to assist, to stir the gravy,
be the royal taster – whatever it takes.
But it was worth it.
And bless Grace! “Nothing” she said, “nothing any restaurant could ever serve, would ever beat my mum’s roast lamb.”
Now that is indeed a compliment.
But guess what?
My Mum, the lady whose birthday we have been celebrating all week, taught me how to cook. And I know for a fact, that Grace could serve this meal beautifully too, if she were of a mind to.
I know a Sunday Roast is not a card, not a craft project.
but there are those who would argue
that serving an English Roast is an art of sorts!
Love & Hugs,
Barb and the Happy Eaters!