Published on 12, July, 2020
I’m most probably just venting, the Spector of the Sunday roast looms most weeks. I personally find the Whole experience really daunting. The morning has the prep for something I don’t want to eat. I then tend to spend most of the afternoon cooking a meat that I really can’t tolerate, the smallest amount of fat makes me gag. The childhood thing of the forced roast is a horrible memory.
I get told off for being controlling and making ‘this autism thing, all about me’. I would rather have an omelette for dinner, done in 10 minutes . I’ve been quiet for 50 years, right from childhood, I’m only 2 years in from realising I’m autistic and can’t keep quiet anymore. Food to me is a minefield or a mindfield My youngest son was asked today if he wanted roast, his answer was no, I hate it, I’m going out with my girlfriend for a Chinese meal, he doesn’t get told off. I get that I should try to fit in. It sounds weird but my autistic behaviour is something I can’t stop, it’s like finally realising who I am. To me the realisation of autism has been like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I know that’s a terrible cliche. Sorry just venting.
ahhh i never got this myself... because i have no one so i dont need to make a sunday roast or anything because its just me.when i lived at parents i had whatever they made for me if they made anything but they never stuck to a sunday roast, my mum made lots of curry meals and the thing i hated most was the casserole she made as it had lots of onion and weird bland things which i think was barley maybe? .... either way that was bland, but she tweaked that and its now decent as i mentioned how the onion and barley felt bland lolbut i live in my own place now so have whatever i want.... id kinda like a sunday roast tbh i live the meat potato and gravy, nice warm hearty meal. but suppose depends who makes it and how well its made.