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I Feel Like Chicken Tonight
There’s no doubt that there are gaps in my culinary knowledge.
My scrambled eggs, I was told today, aren’t up to the same standard as Delia’s and I have little experiance with roasting. Despite that I was given a lesson on the art of the roast dinner today. The chicken naturally came from Texaco and, luckily, didn’t need plucking (unlike the dead pheasant we walked past on the way to the railway station yesterday).
Butternut squash, parsnips, roast potatoes and swede all went into the inferno at L’s and came out reasonable well cooked for a week ending roast.
So, Sunday evening finished as Saturday morning started, with Yorkshire pudding.
