Sunday roast

I'm not a big cook. I like to keep it simple. Consequently, my evening meal repertoire consists of: pasta and sauce, hot and sour soup, shrimp and veggies, dumplings and veggies, and steak and baked potatoes in rotation.

But the six weeks I was working a full-time job in the boonies, my diet was reduced to not much through sheer laziness. A brioche loaf got a lot of mileage. As well as canned soup and salmon spread on crackers. And cups of Bovril.

I know, I know, I should be ashamed of myself. Eating healthily fights off colds, gives your skin a warm glow, improves your mood. I skipped all that and then filled up on chocolate bars and cookies in between meals because I was weak with hunger. It's a wonder I'm not the size of a house. Especially because I stopped going to the gym because of my exhausting 1-hour+ extravaganza journey home.

Tonight, however, I excelled myself by becoming a gastronomical wonder. I made a roast beef with roast potatoes, vegetables, Yorkshire pudding and gravy. And all from scratch!

I am still in shock. It was absolutely delicious. A proper English roast with all the trimmings. And I made it!

I even did the washing up.

How about that for a Sunday evening?