I was spoiled by my Mum's home made Spotted Dick pudding with lashings of birds custard (we fought over getting the skin ) but maybe the "it'll put hairs on your chest" phrase that often accompanied such great winter fare put your good lady off.Nothing wrong with spotted dick covered in nice hot thick custard. You should have seen the look on my American wife's face when I suggested spotted dick for desert, she still won't try it.
that recipe's pretty good, though I'm fussy about the garam masala and usually just stick to some allspice, loads of fresh ground pepper and salt, and I add a couple of tablespoonsful of peanut butter instead of margarine. I generally mince the mushrooms and sauté them down in a very lightly oiled pan and then put the lid on and the heat draws the jus and I use that instead of adding tamari.
If you get it all cooked down then pack it into an ashet and roast it a bit in the oven, it's pretty good It's not supposed to be crispy though, so a casserole dish with a lid works well. If you do it in the ashet then cover it with pastry (cheese flaky's good ) then it makes a good haggis pie which is a lot better than most of the commercial fakesteak vegetarian options out there, or mashed spuds for a Shepherd's pie.
I've just had a look on the North American Amazon site for you, and by heavens they know how to charge, don't they ? :yikes:
Tinned haggis and vegetarian haggis is under a couple of pounds here. I know folks who go camping and take both types so they have meat and veg sorted
I remember meat being well used. Nothing was wasted. If it couldn't be eaten easily it was boiled down to jelly or stock. I don't ever remember anyone in the family eating tripe, but we did make and eat haggis, and Grandpa really did like a singed sheeps heid
which he ate with black pepper.
My Father shot rabbits, etc., until the mixie really started in this area, and not long after he gave up his rifles.
Tinned meat was kept for camping or for just-in-case. No one had a freezer big enough to store meat, though some of the big sandstone houses still had game rooms. The only other way I knew of to preserve meat was as 'ham', and we made beef ham here too, not just pig ham, iimmc., or as potted meat, like potted hough. The big marmeet on Granny's cooker simmered everything down to stock. Mum had a pressure cooker instead
I was never fond of meat, of any kind. I mind sitting at the table and not allowed to leave until I'd finished my dinner, and I just couldn't eat the meat. I don't know how many times I sat there for hours, with the meat still on my plate, until bedtime, and my Dad angry that I wouldn't eat it and be done. I just couldn't, and it never got any better. I'll prep it, cook it, serve it, but it's not food for me, and I have never missed it.
Yeah I bet Cheesy Chips been anotherI once got bought an canned entire chicken as a joke present. Not even going to lie it's one of the single most deeply unpleasant meals I've ever eaten, and I've eaten some pretty out there meals!
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Couldn't agree more when Steph whips one up she's gotta beat me off the steamer with a stick!I totally agree but name does not conjure up nice things when you first hear it as a kid or say you came here and were learning English and seen it on the shop shelf, it's one of my favourite puddings to cover with custard
Remember mate that the early Alpanist climbers recomended champange & fruit cake as their comestibles of choice while scaling an Alp. None of this musili and coconut water palava.I also used to enjoy it piping hot with a good dollop of vanilla icecream, sadly my current spate of extra healthy eating has it off limits
that just put me off my breakfast!Found a picture of the same brand online. And it demonstrates perfectly just how unappetizing it was. Even if it was a survival situation I would use them to lure in rodents and eat them instead!
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