🍽️ Paul’s Sunday Roast: Wild Garlic Lamb, & Yorkshire Puddings

If you’re here for the food and not my ramblings, (kinda rude but hey ho!), I’ve popped the recipes below so you can skip straight to them.

No chit-chat, just ingredients and instructions

 • 🔗 Paul’s Wild Garlic Roast Lamb Recipe 🐑
 • 🔗 Paul’s Sourdough Yorkshire Puddings 🥚

BACK TO ME NOW 🤣

There’s something sacred about a Sunday roast and the memories it creates, and the ones it brings back too. Nothing beats a proper family Sunday, but it also brings a little sadness for the people missing around the table. 😔

When Paul’s in the kitchen, it’s tunes on, apron tied, and he cooks like he’s on MasterChef, Family Edition with the mess, the muttering, and the occasional dance break. 🎶🧑‍🍳

He started prepping last night (because of course he did), and by late-afternoon today the house smelled like wild garlic, rosemary, and maybe just a tiny bit of stress. 🤣

And me? I was laid up most of the day, after getting back from the beach which, if I’m honest, didn’t go quite to plan. The idea was a walk and maybe a dip, but it turned into arriving, sitting down in one spot, and wrapping up in Paul’s dry robe while I watched him body board. It was still lovely to be outside though. Back home, I was in bed hearing the music and smelling the roast from the bedroom. Not a help-in-the-kitchen kind of day at all.

Truth is, I’ve been feeling like absolute shite lately, especially these last few days. Worn out, sore, emotional, and just done. The dogs stuck by me though. They don’t mind a duvet day at all. 🤣

As always, Paul’s newfound talent of homemade Yorkshire puddings made an appearance in our Sunday roast, and honestly, they were ridiculously fluffy yet again! He’s been perfecting these using our sourdough starter and they never let him down. Crispy edges, soft middles, and as tall as your hopes when the oven timer dings.

Homemade Yorkshires were always one of those “leave it to the pros” kind of things for me. But once Paul got stuck in, there was no turning back, the kids are definitely right when they tell him he’s in his chef’s era. 👨‍🍳

And just when I thought he was done, he pulled out a homemade pavlova too. It turned out super good. Definitely one he’ll make again although apparently not the sort of thing he likes to make, because once it went in the oven last night, he didn’t see it again until this morning. 🤣 And oh the stress. What if it was shite? Or the mini meltdown when he forgot it was in the cooling oven and opened it to put away the oven tins. 🤣 All’s well that ends well though, it was yummy.

It’s funny how food has this way of anchoring us, it brings everyone to the table. The noise, the laughter, the old stories that get told again and again and reconnecting after a busy week or weekend… a Sunday reset for family instead of a physical one for home kind of thing, which is always needed in my opinion. It’s the people, the history, the energy that creates a home 🏡 and not the things.

Learning to slow down and appreciate that has been something I’ve had to work on and still do regularly. In fact just this morning I had to remind myself what was important as I nearly didn’t go to the beach over trying to do some things about the house. The dishes and pots always get washed in the end so enjoy the chat around the table, clear the plates to play a board game, and appreciate the little things, the things that matter most.

Sundays done as Sundays should be.

Good food, good company, and good times even if not quite as I had planned.

✌🏼💜💫 

Let me know below if you give any of the recipes a go! And if your Yorkshires rise too, we’ll start a club for proud pudding parents. Or maybe a support group if they don’t. 😜🥺