Traditions bring comfort to life. While I associate their familiarity with childhood, I'm attracted to the idea of creating new traditions for my adult life in the city. After reading about traditional British Sunday roasts in Kinfolk, I decided to seek out this experience while visiting London. A few months later, my friend Trisha and I found ourselves at the Old Red Cow one Sunday in October.
The idea is simple: a big and heavy meal in the afternoon, paired with some pints, enjoyed leisurely with friends. This meal easily can be the only thing one does all day.
{photos: mamiya 645 and fuji 400h film}
I decided to make this a tradition of my own. My plan is to cook Sunday Roasts at home a couple of times a month this winter, extending an open and casual invitation to friends who feel like stopping by. Throwing a chicken and vegetables in a pot is easy, makes my home smell delicious, and allows me to stay in my cashmere robe all day. :-)
Here's to new traditions.
