Maybe you’ve never had a competently prepared roast?

I enjoy a good Sunday roast, but I empathise with the experiences you had growing up which may have put you off.

I was force-fed some pretty awful Sunday dinners in my childhood, suffering through unseasoned anaemic veg boiled to an almost vomit-inducing softness, and mashed potato like grit washed down with watery gravy. I didn't look forward to those visits to my grandparents at all, as much as I loved them as people.

But something amazing happened in the past few decades - the UK as a whole has slowly been learning how to cook.

The lunches I make these days have carrots, parsnips and sprouts tossed in olive oil with salt, pepper and rosemary before roasting in the oven until they are sightly browned and sweetly caramelised. We have buttery mash, and gravy that is rich with red wine and herbs.

It's a world of difference.