Thread: U-Beaut Basic Cooking for Woodworkers

Irn Bru is my number 1 hangover cure...top stuff. I didn't include Scotland in my trips up north, have been there once to visit just outside Edinburgh, very nice also.

Haggis is strictly for canines....along with tripe, black and white pudding, brains and mushy peas.

Was the Haggis fried in lots of oil, almost everything in Scotland seems to be fried in lots of oil or fat.

HH.

Nah it was boiled and then split open. Was more like stuffing with the roast meat than anything else. Didn't mind it at all. Had a recipe for it once but it's a bit hard to get hold of sheep stomachs around here for some reason...

Originally Posted by Tonto

Stuff it man theres saliva over over me keyboard now. The best we south aussies can do is meat pies floating in green pea soup then add bacon peices and stuff on top ..but it aint peace pudding.
Now dumplings ....mmmmmm

TOny

we've got 2 aussie g'kids... and they LOVE dumplins...
suet dumplins. . .
crispy dumplins on top of casserole beef done in the oven
floaty dumplins in home made soup...

silent C and happyhammer...
black pudding and fried bread are part of sunday breakfast at our house... together with bacon and eggs...
once a month we have kippers instead... scottish kippers...

"english" mushy peas are nowt like the green slop sold from pie carts...
English mushy peas are made from marrowfat peas
Pie cart mush is made from "boiling peas" - a relative of the green split pea...
all legumes, of course...
closest thing to "english" mushy peas is Woolies Home Brand MINT PEAS... these are marrowfats... rinse off the mint under running water - heat - and enjoy with fish and chips...
now THAT's cuisine. . .
cheers
Jedo

Originally Posted by Jedo_03

...closest thing to "english" mushy peas is Woolies Home Brand MINT PEAS... these are marrowfats... rinse off the mint under running water - heat - and enjoy with fish and chips...
now THAT's cuisine. . .

These are the sorts of tips that threads like this are good for.

Jedo, with a diet like that I hope you know a good cardiologist!

Arh, theres nowt like them mushie peas from over yonder.

Al

My dear old Grandma in Scotland used to present us with a boiled calf head for a Sunday treat.
I never asked for the recipe, sinceerest apologies to all you Gourmets.

Originally Posted by felixe

Chrisb,
do I use the thicknesser or jointer to remove the fur?

Step 1: Send the girls down the creek, they generally get a rabbit or 2

Step 2: be close enough to them when they grab the rabbit. If you time it right you can get a fairly clean carcass with minimum slobber ... Time it wrong and all you get is a hind foot...

sit by a river with a fire going, catch a fish ,put the pan on the fire with onions ,gut the fish ,cook the fish ,eat the fish ,have a nap

What do you do with the onions SPIRIT?

Originally Posted by Cliff Rogers

What do you do with the onions SPIRIT? :?

Disrupt the harmony of the camp.

Originally Posted by Iain

My dear old Grandma in Scotland used to present us with a boiled calf head for a Sunday treat.
I never asked for the recipe, sinceerest apologies to all you Gourmets.

me old mother - rester soul (the one who used to sharpen the good knife using washing soap and the cement wall...) used to often buy half a pig's head and roast it... the cheek meat was that nice... she liked the brains...
other thing she'd often buy was a sheeps head - she'd boil it up for about an hour-and-a-half and that was the sunday meat... the stock was kept for soup base and\or stew base...
we mighta been poor - but we never went hungry...
cheers
Jedo

Originally Posted by Jedo_03

me old mother - rester soul (the one who used to sharpen the good knife using washing soap and the cement wall...)....................................we mighta been poor - but we never went hungry...
cheers
Jedo

And you would have had very clean cement walls as well!

Don't forget the Aussie favourite, Dingo's Breakfast, 'A and a look around'.
Mate of m ine who wentn on fly fishing weekends usual ritual was wake up at about 5am, fart, kick fire, fart again, open can of , drink, fart, wake me up, go fishing.
Reckoned that a can of beer was great first thing in the morning, I found the thought revolting, after 10+ years of this ritual I succumbed, guess what, it is even more revolting than I imagined, bloody awful in fact.
He is a professional and rarely drinks except on out fly fishing trips, oh well, each to his own