There was a time when an invitation for Sunday lunch meant one thing: a large joint centre stage with a backdrop of vegetables, most of them boiled to within an inch of their lives. But in this new monthly column, I’ll be sharing the sorts of recipes I actually cook at the weekend. Yes, there will be the spirit of the traditional meal – hearty, abundant, something special – but with dishes that challenge expectations. There will be sometimes be meat, though perhaps mainly cheaper cuts; there will be masses of veg; and I’ll keep things affordable and achievable to feed the hordes at the weekend.
