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
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
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
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
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
“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!
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
“Quiche is for girls” was a comment I received recently when we had the alleged non-masculine dish on the lunch menu one day. This reminded me of the comment once used by what I thought was a comedian but through further research found it to be a best selling, tongue in cheek book, Real Men… Continue reading Real men don’t eat Quiche
Ness Hash, using some of the finest ingredients to come from the North of Lewis x4 Slices of Black Pudding – I used Cross Stores black pudding but any pudding will do x6 Smoked streaky bacon rashers x4 Potatoes, cooked and peeled x4 Eggs - I use Air an Lot eggs when avaiable x1 Punnet… Continue reading Let’s cook some brunch!
The Rice Krispies have been bought, the scot bloc has been broken from the original whole bar into a little mountain of neat, if somewhat waxy and already blemished looking squares and placed into a plastic bowl touching the top of the water in an overfilled pan. In later years I learned that this process… Continue reading A balanced diet is a piece of chocolate in both hands