Roast dinner was fine (when I used to eat meat) but it wasn't the highlight of the weekend. The true culinary hotspot was on Sunday when the leftovers from the previous days meal were transformed from horrible cabbage, soggy potato, inedible peas into the gorgeous, nay sumptuous explosion of taste and texture that was/is and ever shall be bubble & squeak. Doused with gravy and the obligatory mint sauce, not forgetting the obligatory burnt bits. Nothing, no, nothing could beat it. Add to that a lovely yorkshire pudding and some cold cut and I was dining at the Ritz, the Stamford Bridge Cafe and The Grand Hotel Eastbourne all at the same time.
In fact now that the plate no longer has to accomodate beef, lamb or pork there is room for even more!
Wonderful!
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