Poussin Sunday

So I decided to roast a poussin or chicken for two I like to call it on Sunday, only when it pitched in the Occado shop (ooh posh I know!) it looked so tiny I bought another. Once released from the packaging however these were not tiny birds. But I cooked both anyway.
Made a lemon and sage butter which I pushed under the skin for optimal roasting and I made spicy spring greens (green cabbage and chillies) and roasted butternut squash. Sam claimed it made him feel like Henry the VIII and never seen a meal more likely to give him scurvy. But he ate the whole damn thing and picked at mine. Hope that doesn't make me Anne Boleyn!