Typically British...

After the delights of Moroccan cookery on Saturday, to celebrate Easter we had that ridiculously colonial dish of kedgeree. Not for breakfast (being a cereal or toast kinda gal I don't think I could stomach curried rice with smoked haddock and eggs at that time in the morning), but as a lazy supper in front of the tv. Not exactly your roast Sunday dinner, but then we've never really gone in for the traditional British roast with potatoes and two veg (and Yorkshire pudding). I love it when we go home to see my parents, and we have Sunday lunch with them with all the trimmings. But it's just so much faf for just the two of us (it's not difficult to cook, but is probably one of the most tricky ensembles to get ready all at the same time) that we hardly ever bother.