A few years ago, Delia was pushing goose fat for Christmas roast potatoes so I thought I'd have a crack at it. They were a spectacular soggy failure. That says more about my skills than Delia's.
You don't have to rub it in! My attempt as bread sauce that year was equally disastrous.
I was a bit "Keith Floyd" in the kitchen that Christmas.
Yep, my record is catering for 6 adults and 3 Grandkids.Christmas chez Casa Reynard is invariably very quiet - it's just mum, the cats and myself, so we only have ourselves to please. After years of pandering to dad and his side of the family, it makes a refreshing change. We have our Xmas dinner in the evening, which doesn't change the routine in any way, and tbh, as a really keen cook, upping the ante a little is a bit of fun for not much extra effort. We got to have a christmas pudding though, with brandy cream. That part is non-negotiable.
Admittedly when you do the whole family thing, it can become a really stressy experience. More so if you have to cook and eat food you really don't like simply to keep the peace. Then I can understand the attractiveness of a bacon butty or a curry or something of that ilk, because I've been there...
Right, thanks for that mental image.
I will wait until Sunday, I have self control. (Bearly).All this talk of roasties, and I just *HAD* to make some tonight.
These roasties were lovely and crispy on the outside, sooo fluffy on the inside, and seasoned just right. I like to sit my tatties in salted water for a few hours before parboiling and then popping into a hot oven. 
