We headed out in the morning to find a chook for dinner. So this afternoon, while Elisabeth napped, I talked Maggie through teasing the skin away from the breast and stuffing it with butter and tarragon.
Then rubbing the skin with olive oil, salt and pepper, before squeezing half a lemon over it and stuffing it in the cavity with some more tarragon and garlic.
I popped it on a bed of red onion slices and more garlic and into a hot oven. We baked some pumpkin as well, boiled some new pink eye potatoes and served it with asparagus and peas.

A Sunday roast, a day late.

I'm sure her namesake, Maggie Beer, would be proud!
You are never too young to start learning in the kitchen. Your girls are lucky to have such passionate food-loving parents to learn from! :)
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