If you've been following my SUNDAY DINNERS extravaganza all week on Bookaholic Confessions, you will have seen blogs by Matt Dunn, Christina Hopkinson, and Nick Spalding to name a few. If you missed any, pop on over to Bookaholic Confession and check them out. Today I have the last one and it's with wonderful bestselling author Katy Regan. Katy is the author of How We Met, The One Before the One, One Thing Led to Another, and The Story of Us. You can buy her books here. Today she talks about what the Sunday roast means to her.
Sunday Dinners can never be eaten or held in summer. (That’s just an evening meal on a Sunday). It has to be autumn or winter. It has to be chilly outside, and preferably dark when you eat. This is because Sunday Dinners for me are about retreating from the world and any obligations - to the centre of the home and the family. They’re about closing the door and being with your nearest and dearest.
There will be a roast, naturally, and as many different vegetables as possible (this is very important). The main aim of a Sunday dinner, however, is to eat as much as humanly possible - together with a few glasses of red - so that you are then comatosed / numb to the looming pressures of Sunday and are capable of nothing else but watching mindless telly. Doc Martin is perfect.
Of course, Sunday Dinners aren't and weren't, always so cosy. When I was a child, there were fights over who had the chicken leg (come to think of it, my son - very much a leg man - and I, still fight over this), and vicious glares across the table at my little sister, for no reason other than she was my little sister. There would then possibly be fights over homework, but for that hour or two, it was just me and my Sunday Dinner. Oh, and there had to be crumble…
Thank you Katy for sharing your Sunday roast dinner with us. It's made me hungry!
If this has got you in the mood for something tasty, SUNDAY DINNERS is only 99p on the Kindle, so please pop on over and grab your copy today!
Until next time.
Hugs,
Jon X
