“Saturday Night Roast” Doesn’t Have The Same Ring To It (or My First Soirée)

Following my previous post about the Saturday just gone, I’m now going to jump back to the previous Saturday. You’ll have to forgive the appalling lack of chronology.

So, on Saturday evening a week and a half ago, I hosted my first soirée. Admittedly, with a party of three (including myself and my “co-host”) it wasn’t a grand affair – but my other half and I spent pretty much all of Saturday preparing nonetheless, and not to brag, but the end result was pretty great.

I have but one French friend in Paris (the aforementioned Breton), and after attending two soirées at his apartment in the run up to Christmas, I thought it was high time I returned the favour. I would not be attempting to imitate, though: whilst the gatherings he had hosted were about as quintessentially French as they come, mine was to be a soirée à l’anglaise.

In other words, I was to introduce my friend to the British institution that is the Sunday Roast.

Now, for my non-British readers who may not be familiar with the Sunday Roast, or Roast Dinner, it is a meal normally consumed, as the name suggests, on a Sunday. For my family, and many others, this is pretty much every Sunday without fail. At my family home, it is also eaten at midday(ish) on Sunday – the only day of the week when we would eat the main meal at lunchtime. Controversially, the Roast I would be preparing would actually be served on a Saturday night, but I thought this could be allowed in the name of not having to worry about a 7am start when conversing (and wine-drinking) into the night.

The meal itself comprises a roasted meat (most commonly beef, lamb, pork or chicken), roast potatoes, and a selection of (you guessed it – roasted) vegetables of some description – with a possible addition of Yorkshire puddings, though these airy accompaniments are traditionally reserved for a beef roast. Whether or not one also ought to drown the contents of one’s plate in gravy is a source of great national discord. Such is the magnitude of the conflict in opinion here that friends have turned on lifelong friends, and family members cut off altogether over this divisive issue. Probably.  

Also, if, like me, you can claim Irish parentage, you will understand the dire importance of slathering your potatoes in butter. I won’t pretend that I have never eaten an unbuttered roast potato; but I can attest that any such transgressions were entirely against my will and have left indelible scarring on my psyche. Having tasted a buttered roast potato, their unadorned counterparts will never please you again, seeming dry and bland once you’ve seen tasted the light. Actually, the only type of potato I would not put butter on would be a fried one (that would be a bit much) – anything other cooking method and they just need it. Many an uncomfortable potato-featuring meal has been had at school, or the houses of friends, where dinner was served and no butter materialized onto the table. Such meals were consumed with the debate as to whether or not to ask for butter raging in my head the entire time, leaving the sad, plain potatoes until last and eventually forcing myself to eat them as they were because Past Jodie was simply too shy/polite/awkward to make the request. I’m pleased to report that I no longer have this issue. Life is much better for it.

Needless to say, when I presented my French friend with his dinner that Saturday night, one of the first things of which I informed him was the necessity of sampling the potatoes with butter. My potatoes are pretty damn good if I do say so myself; I refuse to have them wasted by improper consumption.

Along with the potatoes (crisp and golden on the outside, seasoned with sea salt, and melt-away fluffy when you opened them up), our take on the Sunday Roast also featured rosemary-and-honey roasted lamb; mixed vegetables (carrots, parsnips and mangetout) also seasoned with honey and rosemary (we have our favourites, okay?) as well as a bit of thyme, and roasted in a tray with wedges of lemon and whole garlic cloves; and gruyere Yorkshire puddings. Yes, alright, the last one wasn’t very traditional at all, but we like a bit of fusion between our home country and our adopted one. And this particular take on the Yorkshire pudding is one Jeremy has actually been impressing people with for years, so we weren’t about to stop now.

What more can I say? The whole thing went down a treat. The food all turned out exactly as hoped; we had a wonderful evening of mixed French/English conversation over a series of records and a couple of bottles of wine; and the dessert was – again, if I do say so myself – magnifique. White chocolate cheesecake on a biscotti base with a raspberry coulis-esque strip running through the centre and a garnish of fresh raspberries: it was one of those priceless recipes which are too simple to go wrong and yet never fail to impress.

The best bit? We got a subsequent three days’ dessert out of it. Jackpot.

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  1. I come bearing gifts this Thursday.

    It’s a bit of a double delight situation; because you’re part of my Chosen 11 for February!

    It’s definitely not as cool as it sounds, you’re only nominated for both a Versatile Blogger Award AND a Sunshine Blogger Award. And I’m a bit of a difficult fan to have, so I’m looking forward to your post(s) regarding these awards.

    Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to have fun with the questions; make them yours; own em. But seriously, I remember feeling so under-pressure when I got my first nomination; and I completely understand if you choose not to. It’s seriously just for the fun of it, and of a healthy, lively blogging community. (great traffic count increaser too, I might add)
    Your participation, as always, is up to you. I’ll read whatever you have to share, Award post or not.

    Happy blogging! 😊

    (Here’s the links to my nominations for further details:
    https://achlamydialist.wordpress.com/2018/02/01/versatile-blogger-award-x2/ )


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