Sunday Roast

We try and have a roast dinner every Sunday night. After our custody times, and so forth, it’s a really nice chance to get together at the end of each weekend, and talk about the times we’ve had.

This job is mostly Mr S’s, and one he completes very nicely.

Tray for the kumera. Herbs and garlic. Yum
Ready for carrots and potatoes
Making Yorkshire Puddings

We tried to use the electric beater tonight. Lasted a whole 4 mins. Then there was this amazing smokey smell, and yeah… plumes of smoke started coming off the motor. That’s now in the bin. Sigh. Back to hand beating.

The finished dinner

Mrs K

Coke Zero addict, knitter, crocheter, fat, fabulous, fluffy mama.

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