How very English

Never had I tried to cook a roast. Not even a roast chicken. It just seemed too English and to easy to get wrong. Today I had friends over for dinner (an early easter caused by public transport closures tomorrow), and it seemed a good occasion to cook a roast. Had I remembered Lynne didn't eat meat, I would have opted for chicken, but I had forgotten this. With a little recipe help from an English friend in the Dam, I cooked a pork leg joint, with cider, apple and sage. And damn it was yum. Crackling, juicy meat, and beautiful apple-cider gravy. Roast potatoes didn't seem very spring-ey so I opted for tarragon potato salad instead. And Gu's chocolate pots. They're a supermarket brand of chocolate deserts and they are absolutely heavenly. Chogasmic. It may even have been the highlight of the meal, despite all the effort I put into the main. They're just so damn good.... Mark brought a nice bottle of red and some Peroni beers, bub Hayden crawled around the living room and was being fun and sweet, and I? I just felt happy as a pig in mud. Friends, booze and food. My favourite combination of things!