It was the 1st April 1998. I turned up for my first ever shift for work at the Park Guest house at 10am sharp. I got the early bus over and loitered in the town until it was time to go in. I turned up fifteen minutes early to look good, rang the door bell… Continue reading Work Experience
Category: Food Blog/Stories
Family Gatherings
We were travelling over the moor to town a couple of Sunday's ago when we came across a camper van that had stopped dangerously on the brow of a hill which made overtaking dangerous. I attempted as safely as I could and noticed one of the occupants trying to affix his wing mirror, so I… Continue reading Family Gatherings
A bake in time
A bit of this, a pinch of that, a glug of this and a dollop of whatever comes to hand. A recipe that is made up on the spot with very little understanding, but applying to it, a little love, care and attention. This is where I would self teach and set myself on a… Continue reading A bake in time
Enthusiasm is limitless
Imagine trying something for the first time again. Imagine trying an orange, a banana, a dragon-fruit, fresh horseradish, new spices, a specific wild mushroom or even a fresh black....truffle. I remember my father buying spinach of the frozen variety for dinner once and that's what it was, once. Now this would have been what I… Continue reading Enthusiasm is limitless
Our Town
It's not very often I take an opportunity with an hour and a half to pass in Stornoway on a Saturday afternoon, on my own. When I'm with my wife we usually definitely have to stop at Kopi Java for an iced tea, a drink that's not really for me, though do usually build up… Continue reading Our Town
Remnants of a lunch box
The range gets turned off at the wall, the hot cupboard is getting cold now with all the trays being washed, the grill off, fans off and the deck hosed and scrubbed well, shutter down and door closed. That is the usual end to a day in the galley, with safety at sea in mind… Continue reading Remnants of a lunch box
Sunday Lunch
The traditional Sunday lunch in our house when we were growing up was the one pot wonder of broth that be scotch, a 2 course meal cooked in one pot. The process that was started on the Friday, with selecting the best “cut” which from what I remember ranged from flank, neck, shoulder, leg and… Continue reading Sunday Lunch
Apron Strings
With Easter now another distant memory in the 2019 calender and Christmas just around the corner, I don't want to dwell to much about what the true meaning of Easter is, I mean obviously, number 1, it's mostly about chocolate which was the demise of me at the weekend with the loss of a button… Continue reading Apron Strings
For the love of slaw!
“We're going for a walk down in Harris if your up for it?” I was asked last week, this was on Sunday the 14th. Well, why not? I said to myself, bearing in mind that this was the day before rejoining the ship for the next three weeks so this last day at home is… Continue reading For the love of slaw!
Memories from the playground
That was the sound of the 10:15am or it could have been the 10:30am bell going off. I can't describe the sound, it was a continuous drone of what um... I can only describe as an excited one, the sound might have been the same that was used as the fire drill, again the same… Continue reading Memories from the playground
The Niseach Chef 