Pheasant braised with cider and star anise

Cooking with pheasant is one of the joys of winter, a bird that is beautiful in feather, and which adds such an amazing aroma to the kitchen when cooking. I prefer to pot braise pheasant as I find it keeps a good degree of moisture in the flesh and is…

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Apple and bramble crumble

Foraging is a term that is on everyone’s lips these days. Wild garlic, mushrooms, nettles and elderflowers are now seen as fairly standard ingredients as the search for free food has become fashionable. However growing up in the 1980s, for me wild food meant only one thing. Brambles, lots of…

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Keema aloo

If the early part of the twentieth century was heavily influenced by the arrival of Italian flavours, the latter part was definitely defined by one word. Spice. Spices such as salt, pepper and ginger had already made their way to Scotland via historical trade routes, but post-war immigration from India…

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Roast lamb with mushrooms and Marsala

Pot roasting is not in my comfort zone particularly. I tend to do my roasting and stewing in the oven, maybe because it’s easier to leave to cook, go for a run (or a pint!) and forget about it. Somehow I just trust my instincts better with that method. However the boned…

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Rose veal potted hough

There was always something satisfying about seeing those little pots of preserved meat in the butchers. Off brown with a shiny pallor from the jelly they looked like pure flavour in a tub. Except for the jelly. I abhor meat jelly, the sight of it dropping out of a tin…

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Dulse braised Orkney brisket

Orkney is an island I’ve long wanted to visit. From the Neolithic settlement of Skara Brae to the stunning maritime warmth of Highland Park it’s an island that’s always fascinated me. It’s also a collection of islands with an amazing array of food, and I was delighted when I met…

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Scottish heritage recipes – stewed mutton

‘I can’t believe the cook’s belted me again, his stinking beery breath shouting in my face. I only left the spit alone for two minutes to run to the toilet and it’s only blackened a little……’ I often walk in to The Great Kitchen at Stirling Castle and close my eyes, allowing…

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10 hour brisket

I was never a fan of meat as a child. I’d avoid it at all costs, and while this never extended to the ubiquitous Monday mince and tatties I far preferred the childhood comforts of macaroni and cheese, or that eighties classic; chicken kiev! In fact such was my loathing…

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