A Simple Dish for Bachelors & Widowers to Impress their Guests

My father is a serious eater, but was never much of a cook. His only real speciality when we were children was steaks grilled on the top of the Aga in a toast rack. The result was near perfect, but did tend to leave an inch of smoking, blackened fat on the hob. My mother was always less than impressed. He later married Rose, who really knew her stuff. When she became ill, he took over the culinary reins and became, in the months before she died, a rather good cook. He’s not