My Sunday started with a Sunday roast at William IV.
I love a Sunday roast, don’t you? A generous chunk of meat, roast potatoes, carrots & parsnips, cabbage and gravy. The meal which keeps you going until evening.
A stomach being nicely lined, any afternoon in rain or shine, will passes with a leisurely pace… It sounds so agreeable, doesn’t it?
We grabbed Sunday Times laid out in front of the fireplace and settled down by the table with an enormous leather backed bench.
The news of Neil Armstrong, the first man on the moon, passing away at the age of 82 put me in a contemplative mood. I knew he was an intensively private man. He never sought a fame and any wealth, byproducts of being a celebrity. Other than in a handful of interviews, he never shared his private thought on the Apollo 11 mission. Since he never penned any autobiography as such, we would never know about him other than being an infallible American hero. I would have loved to read about his inner thoughts – the fear, the expectation, the joy, the excitement, the frustration and of course, about the love.
Oh Neil, you were such an enigma. R.I.P
My hubbie & I read on the paper quietly…
My ginger beer. I opted not to have any alcohol. No more headache…
Then, two plates ladened with the roasts were brought to our table.
Roast Pork Belly. What a sight to behold…
The pork, especially the crackling, was absolutely perfect.
And the roast potatoes, they were just so tasty. I bathed my yorkshire pudding in the pool of delicious gravy before having a wonderfully flavoursome mouthful. Mmmm… I was in seventh heaven.
What a lip smacking feast we were treated with.
Unfortunately, we had no more room left for their Sticky Toffee Pudding though. Damn…