I don’t like lamb. Okay, I know, I’m Welsh, this is a contraversial opinion! Usually, if there’s lamb on the menu, I’ll pass. I used to say that the smell/taste reminded me of the cardigan section of BHS. Sweaty. (I’m not really selling this, am I?) But, wait! Hear me out, because I’ve officially been converted.
Last Saturday when I offered to cook dinner for the men in my life, there was absolutely no way I was getting away with putting anything other than red meat on the plate. I picked lamb shanks, and what came out of the pot was so bloody gorgeous that even I, the lamb sceptic, had a plateful. What’s more, it’s so easy to make. Lazy cooks, rejoice!
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