Ewwwww. Greasy cold lamb.
As I sit and type this, I am using up the leftovers.
They're in a pan downstairs (the casserole dish has the remains of the crumble in it) being slow-cooked with tomato, carrots, onion, mint, dates and a tiny bit of apricot jam.
If you follow my posts in a stalkerish way, you will realise I've skewed that to Mum's taste. I'm not keen on lamb or fruit and lamb. Or apricots and anything. Or dates.
It's a fusion between Moroccan cuisine and What-Mum-Likes.
And even Michelin starred chefs must cater to the latter on occasion.
ETA
She
loved it. Even I didn't think it was too bad. Lamb is so much better slow cooked than roasted imho.
She wants me to make it when the girls come round next time. This is always the Ultimate Compliment, as she is basically saying "This is me, this is what I like to eat."
Even if some of the rest of the group just see it as a get-together and you get what you get
