Sunday lunch occupies a particular place in the rhythm of the week—a pause, a gathering, a meal that announces itself as important without needing to shout. At the centre of it all, more often than not, sits a roast chicken, golden-skinned and generous, surrounded by vegetables that have been cooking quietly in its drippings.
There's nothing complicated about roasting a chicken, and yet it's one of those dishes that separates confident cooks from timid ones. It asks for little technique but rewards attention: a good seasoning, a hot oven, and the wisdom to leave it alone while it does its work. The smell begins subtly—butter and thyme—then builds to something that makes everyone suddenly, urgently hungry.
What makes this particularly lovely is how it transforms your vegetables. Those potatoes and carrots, which started plain and virtuous, emerge caramelised and rich from their time beneath the bird. Serve this with something simple and green, pour something easy to drink, and let Sunday unfold the way it's meant to: slowly, warmly, with second helpings and long conversations.
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