At the grand age of 33.
(I should start by saying this isn’t revolutionary and man gets to know about it because I’m too embarrassed to admit I can’t cook a roast irl but I’m never ever ever proud of myself and I am a bit today so making a point of it 😁)
I can cook ok, don’t love it but 17 years of being a nanny and no one has starved to death. I love a roast dinner but have never been able to do anything better then an aunt Bessie’s…the timings stress me out…and never roast a chicken that doesn’t end up dry like sand
I’m alone for Christmas and thought fuck it I can do it at my own pace and no one can see me throw it in the bin 
Fucking nailed it.
Fluffy crunchy roasties, Awesome yorkies, gorgeous moist chicken, roasted parsnips, pigs in blanket.
I Fucking nailed it 