The smell of roast meat cooking, the promise of crisp roast potatoes, carrots, brocolli and a big yorkshire pudding. Just the smallest wiff of my favourite meal reminds me of mum’s roast dinners, always the best after a long bike ride or exhausting football match. A hot bath and the promise of pure comfort food. Nothing quite beats a good traditional roast dinner, and it’s even better if someone else cooks it and you don’t have any washing up to do.
If you have allergies to gluten, wheat, dairy and or celery then you’ll know about the perils of eating gravy in a restaurant, pub or cafe. There are just too many ingredients, too many things that could be included, too many risks. Usually a plate of delicious food is enough, and I have eaten many a dry roast dinner in my time. Waitresses and waiters think your daft asking for no gravy but most gravy is off the menu if you have allergies.
However, we all know that gravy really adds something to the roast dinner experience, so this weekend I executed a long held plan that I’ve never quite got around to doing. I made my own and took it with me.About half an hour before you need to leave prepare some gravy that you CAN eat. Put it in a flask and pop it in your bag. The experience will be transformed.
I used Free&Easy gravy granules which are gluten, wheat, dairy, egg, tomato and celery free.
Most restaurants won’t mind you doing this but do ask them first. The sight of a furtively produced flask might make them suspicious that you’re planning to have a full blown picnic or have brought your own coffee. Neither will go down very well.
This gravy was such a treat. From the phone conversation with the chef that morning I had made my mind up what I was going to have and the experience begins with the anticipation. It was such a fantastic idea and I will now be doing this more often. It was easy to do and well worth a bit of extra planning and effort.
I enjoyed the whole meal so much more without the little niggle in the very back of my mind, that little voice which says, “What if someone stirred the gravy with a different spoon, what if they added butter, what if, what if…”
The moment of pouring it on I felt so smug, so happy, so pleased I’d finally done it. Finally plucked up the courage and remembered to make my own gravy in a flask. Good job I made loads because my Dad ran out and had some too!
No ifs, no buts. The meal wasn’t cooked using any butter, they were aware of all my allergies and it was a top notch, very tasty and perfect roast dinner. Special thanks to my local pub The Russell Arms in Butlers Cross for a great meal.
This was definitely my eureka moment this week. It needs a bit of planning but it’s well worth it. Have you ever taken home made gravy with you when you’ve eaten out?