Oh. Back with my Scottish/Scandi ancestors. Heyho!

It’s f-f-f-f-ing freezing here.

Himself was out most of the night in the sleet and snow chopping up fallen trees on roads – which is a blessing in disguise, free wood.

Today I wanted my family to have the last of the three things that my Mum always said were the most important things in life.

Family – tick

Warmth – tick

Good Food – tick.

So, today is a slow-cooked beef stew.

For all those who have NO IDEA what a Neep really is. It’s the Scottish word for a SWEDE.


Six years old in a school in Scotland just before Halloween and the entire class is given a Neep and a knife. Yes – knife with which to carve a Jack O’ Lantern. Not a one of us died of severed limbs or stabbed another fellow schoolie.

Neeps & Tatties, mes braves. Neeps & Tatties and Beef conquers nations :o)

P.S. I’m an intuitive cook who just chucks whatever she has on hand in the pot – half a cup of this and a tsp of that does not compute with three tall, large, hungry men in the house. Oh. And a splash/dash of dark soy sauce with tinned Italian tomatoes is even better.