Said my son.

As I was stuffing this one with a whole bulb of garlic (cut in half) and two lemons (cut in half)

A Wednesday Roast. Chicken. Gravy(made with the lemony, garlicy chicken juices and the water that the veg was cooked in) Carrots, Cauliflower, Broccoli, Yorkshire Puddings, Roast Potatoes and Streaky Bacon Rolls.

What do I get?

How the Hell am I meant to eat all that piled on my plate?

My reply : But You are a Working Man. On Emergency Rescue again.

Did he and his boys eat every darn thing?

Yup.

Much as I love Gordon – this is a bit too fancy pants aka bons pantalons for our house :o)