Roast dinner isn't just food, not to me anyway. A roast dinner is a mental health treatment.
I suffer pretty badly with depression. Particularly with feelings of inadequacy, loneliness and a sense of not belonging.
I make a lot of roast dinners, sometimes more than one a week. Often for one, sometimes for two, occasionally for friends. To me, a roast dinner means closeness, togetherness and a happy family. With the long cooking time, big joint of meat, crispy roast potoatoes, homemade gravy and the time, effort and cooking styles passed down through families and refined over time, it is the ultimate food of passion, love and intimacy. But I just use it to fill a bunch of holes, not just in my belly, and that's fine for now.













