Last week I offered y'all a taste (pun totally intended) of the food offering here in Scotland.
I'll reiterate again: these are a collection of photos from our many years association with Scotland. Ain't nobody got enough Weight Watchers* points for a post like this to happen in a few days span.
*We aren't associated with Weight Watchers (shocker), they don't even know I'm advertising for them.
Please note: I am aware of my usage of contractions of auxiliary verbs as well as the occasional double negative and would ask that the general public just sit back and enjoy the colloquialisms I employ on this blog, not using them as a standard of my socio-economic or education level.
What did I just say?
If y'all would like to continue on the delightful, delicious, and sometimes strange foodie journey, read on.
To start the lineup we have the Scottish specialty: white pudding.
This is oatmeal, fat, and seasoning all stuffed into a casing to be cooked and eaten as a side dish.
My family ADORES this.
I, again, have trouble with beef lurking in foods I think it has no business in.
It's different for everyone,
It's just how you're raised.
Or perhaps your geographical ubiquity.
This isn't exactly a UK food, but I made this whilst living in the UK so maybe it counts...?
This is Mr. Anderson's birthday cake.
Every year he gets a chocolate cake with raspberry filling and chocolate buttercream frosting.
It's a lovely, lovely thing.
THIS...is a horrible photo.
THIS is a chicken bridie.
Flaky crust, creamy sauce, juicy bits of savoury chicken...
It. Is. Fabulous.
By the way the pronunciation of "bridie" depends on whom you're talking to.
Mark was corrected once to pronounce it as "bair-dy"
but when I attempted the same I was corrected.
So if I'm ordering I simply point, say "chicken", and cough.
Airdrie concurs: YUM!
This is a macaroni pie,
available again, from any local bakery here.
I mentioned mac and cheese here isn't the same as it is in the US.
Here they use a white sauce and it's not as cheesy throughout.
Ness obviously eats this for the crust, that is mysteriously absent in this photo.
This is a highland pasty.
A pasty is a flaky crust, filled with meat, veggies...anything!
This is a steak and onion pasty.
Anderson loves these puppies.
This is Baxter's pancakes part II.
Pancakes, NOT at breakfast,
with butter and jam are a very real and very mid-afternoon thing here.
This is haggis, neeps, and tatties a la Alex.
Alex is part of the men's discipleship group Mark leads weekly.
They had a Burns Night supper and Alex put a gourmet flair on this Scottish classic.
Otherwise, this is haggis.
Haggis is Scotland's very own recipe.
Grind the heart, lungs, and liver of a sheep and mix it with spices and oatmeal.
Take this mixture, stuff it into the sheep's stomach and cook it.
This is a cherry lattice pastry.
You can find these allll over and our kids love 'em.
Oh. My. Lanta.
This is a shish kabob from one of our favourite take aways.
It's marinated lamb, chargrilled with a spicy sauce,
pita bread, salad (lettuce and tomato), and chips (french fries).
I cannot explain to you the deliciousness of this.
Here's how I'll try.
I don't eat lamb, because, well
But I eat this, oh yes I do.
This is a hot cross bun.
They come out in hoards around Easter time.
I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Indian food a second time in a UK foodie post.
This is chicken pekora.
Indian-spiced, battered and fried chicken.
This was good, but our favourite is the RED kind.
This is a vegetable pekora.
Don't let the "vegetable" part confuse you.
It's a bunch of deep fried goodness.
You can dip it in a delightful yogurt-y/mint-y sauce and make your life complete.
Here's the rest of my plate.
The staple of chicken korma, salad, and a lemon to make it pretty.
You have to do salad-heavy plate or else your skinny jeans will stage an uprising.
Now, this I didn't feature in my last post.
This is a poppadom.
It's basically a fried Indian tortilla made from a chickpea meal.
Load that poppadom up with onion chutney.
And wonder why you don't eat this for every meal.
Ummm, I'm not sure who eats this, but I giggled at it in the store.
Chewie would would concur with a hearty,
More to come!