Growing up with griddle scones were one of the finest things I had in life. Coming into the house and being encapsulated by the fresh, off the griddle scent and eaten still warm with real salted butter and golden syrup where you couldn't venture to far away from the plate as the melting butter would… Continue reading Let’s Cook: Just like Gran used to make…
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The joy of cooking
The year is 1992 and it's drawing to the end of November, I am 10 years old. It was the usual boisterous weather for that time of year, a wild night being supported by the hard hitting rain that attacks side on. Delia Smith is on the telly with her Delia's run up to Christmas… Continue reading The joy of cooking
There is a fly in my soup…
Being a chef or cook is a job of choice like any other trade. The only down side is how unsociable it is and how it was for me, especially in the early days. There are some that have come in as kitchen porters to earn either a few extra quid while studying for there… Continue reading There is a fly in my soup…
Sea you soon
DISCLAIMER: Everything communicated here strictly reflects my personal opinions and is neither reviewed or endorsed by Marine Scotland. Opinions, conclusions and other information expressed here do not necessarily reflect the views of Marine Scotland. I have been working for Marine Scotland now for almost three years. I longed so much for a change in career… Continue reading Sea you soon
A day at the peats
The idea for this blog began almost ten years ago when I wanted to show case a dish called a day in the peats, where we took the memory of the 'picnic' and served it on a specially designed peat, if you've ever heard of such a thing, with some theatrics to go with it.… Continue reading A day at the peats
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
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
The Niseach Chef 