It’s all about the puds!!
Yorkshire Puddings that is….
A long-awaited food post, yum!
Growing up I had mixed feelings about Sunday’s. Marking the beginning of the week and the end of the weekend, meant that school was looming. Most Sundays we would have a roast dinner of some sort, chicken, beef or lamb. My nan would often have us over and we would all gather around the table to connect and eat. More often than not it would be roast chicken. Special days would call for beef and lamb at easter. I have always loved a good roast dinner with roasted potatoes on a Sunday after a walk on the beach or park with the dogs, or we would sometimes pop to the local pub for a carvery. There’s something nostalgic for me when it comes to preparing and eating a roast dinner now. It evokes childhood memories, that bring me much comfort. It also reminds me of my brother, who could make a mean Roast Dinner.
I could not really write about a Sunday roast without mentioning the all-time star though.
The YORKSHIRE PUDDING! Who doesn’t love them? (Well, maybe some of you don’t, I won’t be offended if you scroll by).
I do, I love, love, love them and so does my family.
When I first attempted to make them, myself it was an epic fail, they turned out like weird cakey things and it took me a while to get it right. The secret is in letting the batter rest and making sure the oil is HOT, HOT, HOT!
I have added links to two of my favourite recipes that I like to follow, by two of my favourite chefs.
Jamie Oliver and Gordon Ramsay.
Yorkshire puddings don’t always have to be with a roast dinner though, I like them with sausages, onion gravy and mash, add them to other meals and you can make ahead and freeze them too.
I spent the first 14 years of my life in Lancashire England, I have fond memories of growing up there and my memories often involve food and family gatherings. My nan making us dinners and sometimes cooking up some nasty smelling stuff too, (which I later learned was offal- yuck). Going to the local “Flat Iron”, market, and all the different smells, the fish mongers, the butchers, bakers, cheese stalls. I loved the cake stall with the yummy Chelsea buns and vanilla slices, oh and of course I cannot forget then flat steak or meat and potato pies. Later we moved to the south west of England, were we swapped pies for pasties and cakes for cream teas. But that’s another story for another time.
What’s your favourite meal of the week? Do you have any childhood memories which when you eat a certain food take you back?
Now excuse me whilst I go fill my face, all that writing about food has made me hungry!
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