This is the kind of cooking that suits the outback — slow, patient, unhurried. You put the lamb in the oven when the sun's high, and by the time the light turns golden-red across the horizon, it's ready. The meat falls apart with a fork, tender as anything. It's the sort of meal you'd cook in a camp oven if you had one, buried in coals overnight. Here we use wine and tomatoes, herbs from the garden, and time. Lots of time. That's the secret. Good things don't rush, not out here.