One childhood tradition I didn't have though and one that I was endlessly curious about was the concept of a Sunday lunch or a Sunday roast. My parents never did it and it was only when I stayed at friend's houses on a Sunday that I finally understood what the fuss was all about. It was the only time that my friend didn't mind her parent's company and it was when everyone sat down together.
Mr NQN and I don't really have a Sunday roast tradition but I thought this Winter might be a good time to start one. For starters on Sundays, he is now kiteboarding when there is enough wind and has a gargantuan sized appetite when he returns and I of course love repetition and tradition (see my music selection for evidence). Pork or chicken are probably my two favourite types of roast and this stuffing recipe is from when Mr NQN and I went for a Sunday lunch at the Botanic Gardens restaurant and ordered their roast . It has now become my favourite stuffing. So I begged and beseeched the chef Hamish Watt for the recipe which they kindly shared with me and in turn you. This stuffing is divine-the right amount of sweetness from the apricots to complement pork and chicken but the lovely savouryness from the combination of garlic, onion and the right amount of thyme.
I admit have gobbled up most of the stuffing while waiting for the roast to cook so I quickly made up another batch but this time having almost run out of cream and realising that I had actually eaten a lot of cream I attempted a low fat version using chicken stock and a only little bit of cream. It was a good and less guilty substitution and even the next day in sandwiches the roast pork was divine. In fact we debated about whether it was better in a sandwich or as is but we agreed that a roast is always better with stuffing.
Sometimes you need your friends or partners to point out when you are doing something strange. Something that you've been doing for most of your adult life and thought was perfectly normal. This occured when Queen Viv and Miss America were in the car with Mr NQN and I. He was driving and I was in charge of the radio as it was a new car for us and we hadn't brought our music with us.
Frustrated I was switching stations endlessly until I would settle on one that was playing a song that I liked.
"Aha! Here's one!" I'd say and then when the song was over I'd be off searching for a new song.
"What are you doing?" Miss America asked.
"I'm trying to find a song that I know" I answered pushing the same buttons over and over again.
"You just want to listen to songs that you've heard before?" he asked sceptically.
"Well...yes pretty much" I responded weakly
"How curious" Queen Viv said.
Mr NQN piped in "She sometimes plays the same song 10 times over."
"You're mental. That is not normal." said Miss America bluntly.
I plead guilty. On both counts. Of only wanting to hear some familiar to me and also of not knowing that that was not normal. Several years ago we were at Miss America's apartment and he put on some songs from the 50s and 60s and he and Queen Viv reminisced. As they grew up in that era they were rhapsodic over these songs and became lost in memories. I do the same with the music I listen to. For me, it's the chance to quickly go back to a more innocent time before mortgages, jobs and paying bills.
So tell me Dear Reader, do you have any food traditions like Sunday roasts, fish Fridays or Taco Tuesdays? And what is your favourite decade for music?