I've been so immersed in James Heriot lately that I figured it was time I cooked a proper British dinner. He writes so poetically about roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. There are times that I can really get into the Herriot spirit when I'm working with the horses or out among the chickens monitoring their behavior or confirmation.
It's been a rainy winter here much like I imagine the winters were on the Yorkshire Dales where Herriot practiced. How fitting to have a Herriot type dinner on a rainy night such as this.