A couple of weekends ago, Henry and I went round to a friend of his for a roast. After a long week at work and missing the last few of my mamas roasts, I was very eager to tuck into tatties, a juicy chicken and ladles of gravy. From my first sniff, I knew this would be no normal roast. Had they got the day wrong? Did they not realise it was Sunday- Day of the Roast? Why did it smell like the Bucks Tandoori on a Saturday night? Little did I know I was in the humble abode of a city slicker with a soft spot for Delia. Its rare to come across a guy in his early twenties who puts recipe books onto his Christmas list. Courtesy of Henry’s friend (who’s name escapes me) we sat down for an Indian banquet of aromatic beef, slow cooked in stock and spicy spices), Stein’s signature spiced roast potatoes and onions and a refreshingly zingy salad. Recipes to follow once my Amazon order arrives!
