Hard to imagine, but the May-two-four weekend was the last time I posted a pic of food. Six months ago.

Growing up in Leicestershire, roast pork with crackling was de rigueur for Sunday’s main meal.
Roast pork with crackling was easily obtained in sandwiches when travelling the UK. And easier still, to make at home.

Trips to Germany meant schweinebraten or braten hock.

But a sojourn in Saudi Arabia meant privation 🙁

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone

So it’s always nice to come home to a real roast with crackling 🙂



ps: My thanks to Joni Mitchell for the words in quotes