***Serena***
I come back downstairs an hour later and I smile to myself at the sight I am greeted with as I enter the kitchen diner.
"...yes, so insert it just there and wait for the display," Austin says, watching James skewer a lamb joint with a thermometer, "ah...just a bit longer and it will be perfect. We don't want it too hot right away. A nice slow roast so it is still pink in the middle. That is what makes it taste so good."
"So what is next?" James asks, looking excited. He then notices that I've ended the room and he grins at me.
"I have peeled and par-boiled potatoes, fluffed them up and tossed them in flour and then peeled and cut carrots," he tells me. I nod and take a seat on a bar stool.
"Now we are going to make some batter for my signature Yorkshire puddings," Austin
