No honestly, it was very simple: a small chicken, roasted under strips of streaky bacon. Boiled carrots and spuds, gravy.
But the stepson said "That was the best sunday lunch ever." I asked him if he meant it and yes, he really did.
I said to him (like I do, occasionally) that he'd be doing lunch next Sunday.
"Yeah, right," he said, "you'd get beans on toast." No change there, then.
But then he said "You'll have to show me sometime how you do it".
So there is yet hope ...