Well just finished another day teaching scrambling on a PYB Discover Scrambling, I was a bit scrambled out by the end of the four days working on two different courses. However today was a nice adventure up Seniors ridge and down Y Gribin (please don’t call it Y Gribin Ridge, as that translates to The ridge ridge).
Anyway got back today, and remembered that it was Mother’s Day, why, oh why, do I consistently forget this day? Are men genetically programmed to forget important dates? Why waste millions on researching the human G-Nome, and not look into why man are useless with dates, or is it just me. I managed to get a phone call in late in the day, however I am sure that she wouldn’t have wanted to hear gale force winds on the summit of Glyder Fawr today.
I was having the usual mother son chat and got talking about Potatoes, and why is it that some potatoes, can be roasted for hours on gas mark one million and never brown. Yet some will crisp up real easy. Now I instantly advised my mum to the Maris Piper in the king of the roasting potatoes, but apparently regardless of potato type there is still occasionally the issue of non-browning potatoes.
Given that I was invited round to a friends for a Sunday roast after a climbing session this even it seemed appropriate that I blog on the art of prefect roasties. Some people prefer the parboil first others, myself included go for the straight in the oven approach. Of course the oil has to be pre-heat first or its just not cricket.