I grew up in New England. My ancestors far enough back were even Puritans who came on the second Mayflower. So one of the dishes I grew up with was pot roast. Like most of the food my parents made it was bland and tasteless and I hated it. (My parents were pretty terrible cooks, on top of the traditional)
Then over this weekend there was this nice cut of roast on a managers special and kinda without thinking I made a pot roast, but following my developing instincts in the kitchen instead of what I was raised with.
And oh my gods it turned out so good.