A Sunday Roast with Yorkshire Pudding

The Sunday roast is a tradition as ancient as meat and the Sabbath, and it’s a lovely tradition I’m proud to carry on in my own home. It’s something my momma did just about every week, too: big thang of meat, slow-roasted while the family goes to church, served with way too many trimmings and gravy that would make shoe leather melt in your mouth. Continue reading