Well, I did warn you I’d bought an awful lot of mutton and hoggett. But this recipe works just as well for lamb chops and if you like a bit of spice in your life, I think you’ll enjoy it. Continue reading
Milk-fed lamb makes sense if you’re living in a culture where you cook on an open fire and long, slow braises are pretty much out of the question. Who wouldn’t prefer something you can chew easily after giving it a quick flash in the pan?
But for those of us with more options it makes sense, to me anyway, to opt for something that’s had time to mature and develop flavour. I love lamb, preferably one that’s had time to roam the fields and put on a bit of heft. But if I can lay my hands on some hogget or mutton, I’m a happy woman. Continue reading
The world of food blogging is very picture-led these days, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. Continue reading
No, not a Louis L’Amour novel about a gunslinger redeemed by the love of a good woman, but a Greek way with goat. Slow-cooked with garlic, lemon and herbs, it makes a great Sunday lunch Continue reading
I realise I may be trampling over cherished childhood memories here, but I find English cottage pie quite boring, no matter how well it is made. This Anglo-Indian mash-up is another kettle of fish entirely. It’s perfect for a rainy night any time of the year. Continue reading
I’m having a few computer issues at the moment (codeword for total incompetence) so I can’t bring you the Catalan special I was hoping to. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. In the meantime here’s one I prepared earlier …
These spicy kebabs are easy to make, quick to cook and pack quite a punch. Continue reading
Navarin of lamb is a rustic French recipe and although it is a stew it’s light in flavour, packed full of fresh spring veg and given a further lift by the last minute addition of a fistful of herbs. It’s a one-pot dish too, saving on the washing up, always a bonus in my view. It’s not a classic for nothing: this one is a keeper. Continue reading
Nothing says Springtime to me like lamb and a minty salsa verde. This is the sort of meal you want to come home to after a walk in a bluebell wood on a sunny day, with birds singing merrily overhead as they flit around building nests and squirrels playing hide and seek in the trees. If you lack bluebells, sunshine and obliging Disney-style wildlife, cook this, close your eyes and dream of better things to come.
I used lamb rump here but you can just as easily use chops or lamb steaks. And there are many variations on salsa verde Continue reading
Mrs Portly’s Great British Pie Week Pig-Out is almost over, which will come as a sad disappointment to my husband but a great relief to the seams on my trousers. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who suggested ideas and if yours haven’t appeared this week, keep an eye out, because I’ll be revisiting the subject.
I’m finishing with a flourish and a rather magnificent Minted Lamb Pie, inspired by a mutton pie from Eliza Acton. Continue reading
Leftovers. It’s a bit of a catch-all word. At its worst it refers to those fridge lurkers you always meant to turn into a tasty dish and then forgot about: bits of meat blanketed under congealed fat; a bowl of gravy so ancient its top has cracked like parched mud; a heel of bread so hard you could brain a burglar with it.
At its best it’s the beginning of a new and delicious meal, one where you can smugly congratulate yourself on your thrift and ingenuity Continue reading