Quizzical, Riot, Roast
We always had roast on a Sunday, but my mum’s attempts were very much like school dinners. When I was a child my nephew used to stay the weekend. We had beef slices (cooked in their own bags) roast potatoes, and tinned carrots. For pudding we used to have apple pies and custard (just add water to powdered custard).
My mum wasn’t a great cook, but her one great accomplishment was stew. The meat would be simmering all day, and carrots, oxtail soup, gravy, potatoes and dumplings would be added. It was delicious. I would always have seconds, or thirds if there was any.
Nothing was ever wasted when I was young.
My mum told me stories about a roast being cooked on a Sunday, and whatever was left over would be eaten through the week. I hate waste with food. We live in a world where food is wasted on a daily basis. During lockdown people were bulk buying vegetables and throwing them away by the end of the week.
I’m not saying I’m perfect. I buy things on shopping day, sure I will eat them, and then by the next week they’re in the bin. That is why I buy frozen fruit now. At least the shelf life is months, rather than days.
Our life today is quizzical – there are places where people are starving, yet we throw away food because it is a day or two out of date. Maybe we should go back to the old way of shopping. Just buy what you need for the day instead of bulk buying.