“So, have you done neeps and tatties, then…?”
My colleague was not referring to some strange ritual, but simply wanted to know if I had given the legendary Scottish combination of turnip and potato the Daily Spud treatment, to which I had to answer, well, no, not yet. Until today, that is…
It can hardly have escaped anyone’s notice that eating locally is all the rage these days. Yes indeed, reducing your food miles and growing your own are where it’s at. People who previously didn’t know one end of a spade from the other are suddenly all about raised beds and double digging (for which purpose one sincerely hopes that they are, by now, using the right end of the spade).
Bully for them I say and, yes, bully for me, out there with my wellies on, digging up spuds with the best of them.
But, but, but.
I’ll wager that my Da would think the following a waste of perfectly good Guinness. Nevertheless, in honour of the awards weekend that was in it, I thought that Le Spud could do worse than to take a dip in some of Arthur Guinness’s finest stout.
At first blush, it might not seem that spuds doused in Guinness would be that promising a combination. It might even sound like a messy night at the
blog awards pub. Just so we’re clear, though. I’m not talking about spilling your pint over somebody’s bag of tayto (though, no doubt, that happens quite a lot in this country…). What I’m talking about is Richard Olney’s recipe for Potatoes in Beer, which brings a whole new meaning to the term beer soakage.
Beer soaked spuds...