Do you have Sunday lunch in your house? As a kid, a great big meal in the middle of the last day of the week was mandatory. There'd be a big hunk of meat, some roast spuds, veggies and a slab of pudding thick enough to stop a nuclear blast.
It was a while ago (cough decades cough) that I was a kid living at home, and I got out of the habit of making a fuss of Sunday lunch. My other half was a stranger to the concept in its entirety, and never sat down for Sunday dinner at his folks as a little un. Yeah, I know, right?
I decided a while back that our abandoning of Sunday lunch was a crime against humanity (or should that be veganity?) and that that big old Sunday lunch needed to make a reappearance (minus the meat, of course).
Since then, we've both become addicted to that ritual of spending hours preparing a meal, and then sitting down with a vat of wine to enjoy it.
It's funny how the old ways of meat eating endure into veganism - the idea that their should be a protein-heavy centrepiece with veggies as second fiddles still haunts my Sunday lunch. But when they turn out like this, I can't complain:
(If anyone can explain what I do to cause my pictures to suffer some sort of photographic jaundice, however, please let me know...)
Anyway, there's a bit of baked tofu up there - I can't remember what went into it, but it was based on a recent recipe by Allysia on The Real Meal. There was red onions, membrillo, red wine and some thyme I think.
And there's hasselback potatoes there too - a new addition to my kitchen. It's just a spud with some cuts in it. You knew that right? How does everyone know this stuff before I do?! Anyhoo, it was a new discovery for me, and I was quietly wowed. And there's also broad bean mash, carrots and spinach for good measure.
It's almost enough to make you look forward to Sunday evenings...