Born On A Sunday...

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Hey, folks, it's Sunday roast time again! I was going to start some sort of thought experiment into just why Homo Sapiens triumphed in the evolutionary success department over all the other - frankly more successful in terms of their longevity - human species that we eventually grew up beside. But I'll leave that for another day, but - spoiler alert! - it involves language. Tonight we partake of roast garlic chicken, roast lemon and garlic potatoes, token green stuff and, of course, a sauce comprised of my usual shallots, white wine, chicken stock, and the juices from the roast itself. What can I say? Forty-five years ago when we first came to North Wales, I could barely boil water unaided, and now, here we are, many thousands of meals cooked in the interim for all and sundry. Life's good...

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