Roast Sundays

Sunday's not Sunday unless there's a roast. It's the day of the week that I cherish the most. With the veg on the hob and meat in the oven. The aroma that wafts is a gift sent from heaven. It's a time for the family to gather round the table. Which keeps families together and families stable. Gathered with the family, we laugh and we cheer. It's the warmth of this day that I hold so dear. With the carrots and the roasties lined up on the plate. It's a smell just to savour and i just cannot wait! So bring on that gravy and serve up that meat. As this is the time to make Sunday complete. Whilst we sit at the table, tuck into this feast. My plate overflowing. This dinner is a beast! With a belly so full, a home filled with aroma. One eye on the sofa, for the incoming food coma! Surrounded by loved ones, we share in the cheer. It's the day of the week that feels so sincere. It's a feast for the soul, now time for a toast. That Sunday's not Sunday unless there's a roast.