I just had the most fantastically delicious roast chicken dinner with my new (and old) flatmates, followed by a splendiferous chocolate cake. This was my first roast potato triumph, as all the times previously I was using an almost useless oven supplied by a landlady who probably nabbed it from some people on their way to the tip. I am very proud of those potatoes. I love my housemates. That dinner was so good it warranted a blog post all of its own.