Our kids, and particularly Princess love roasts so we try to do one every Sunday. This Sunday our local butcher recommended a small leg of mutton as he knows we like it and apparently they won't have any in for a while.
Cooking a roast is seemingly man's business. And it gives me a welcome break from cooking so who am I to argue. Dad's notes written on the back of an envelope for the timings of this roast have been salvaged from the recycling bin and go as follows:- Mutton 971g 20mins @220C 20mins @ 160C. This gave us a fairly pink centre, which was the plan. There was rosemary & garlic involved with the roast, he made a gravy with the juices, bovril, red wine, and cornflour. Made a little mint sauce from dried mint and vinegar, and served it with boiled carrots and new potatoes. Plates licked clean.
Pudding, as tea was eaten, was 3 squeezy yoghurt tubes each (trying to get rid of the remaining ones after Sprout's 7th birthday party last weekend). Princess had a Petit Filous as spooning feeding a 9 year old who can't use her hands seems more dignified than squirting yoghurt into her mouth.