Tatties and Point for lunch, a massive chili-cheese-baked potato (healthy) followed by a Twix (unhealthy) and a Diet Coke (neutral). I now feel strangely bloated, like John Hurt in Alien, just at the point when his character was thinking: some Milk of Magnesia should sort this out...
There was a time here in Shetland when the prime winter sources of vitamin C were kale and tattie skins. Frankly, I can live without kale, a vegetable suitable only for sheep. But tatties are a whole other matter.
Are you a waxy or a floury person? For me it's got to be floury all the way, except when it comes to chips. Chips demand a waxy tattie. However, the good old Maris Piper offers a reasonable compromise, being suitable for chipping, boiling, baking and mashing. Raw like an apple is an option even pigs won't entertain. Or at least, Derek The Randy Boar (now living on that most isolated of isles, Foula) demanded that his tatties be cooked before he would deign to partake.
Dirty weather, still, low cloud and haar. On the bus today which means there's time for my ritual Friday pint at the Marlex prior to heading homewards. Note to self: must remember to have a pee before getting on the bus this time...
1 comment:
WTF! is with the alien thing. look im 14 and looking 4 a scottish baked potato recipe!?!?!?
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