We cooked a massive Sunday roast yesterday and I made a complete pig of myself. I refused to succumb to the lure of the crackling and instead overloaded on roast parsnips and mashed swede. For some reason, as I gorged my way through enough vegetables to feed Swindon for a decade, I convinced myself it was fine because it was all stuff that was good for me rather than stuff full of fat and sugar.
What I‘d forgotten is that your body is only designed to process a certain amount of greenery and root products in one go and so I promptly ended up with the classic “overnight post-roast poo problem.” I won’t go into details, for that would be uncouth, but suffice to say I spent more time on the loo than in bed, and we’re desperately short on toilet paper.
Next Sunday I’ll just have a chicken leg and a Yorkshire pudding.
RC 27-4-15
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