Strange title for a post, you might think, well there's a bit of history here.
My children (Bless 'em) grew up eating most things, we didn't really have the problems that you hear or read about, for which I am very grateful. And that includes some of my stranger attempts at culinary innovation.
There was always Hot Pot, none of them would eat it, which I always thought was not only a shame but also slightly weird, after all they liked lamb, and potatoes and carrots etc, Amy even admitted she liked butter beans. And Yvonne and I love Hot Pot, so it ought to be in their DNA.
So why does the particular combination strike fear and loathing into their hearts?
Now they have all left home I can now have Hot Pot whenever I like without the verbal accompaniment, or having to cook something else as well.
So today is that day, I have Lamb from Well Hung,
part cooked potato skins from the freezer,
along with all the other bits and pieces,
here we go.
I browned the meat and reserved the juices for the gravy,
Meanwhile I chopped carrot and onion, addded the beans and some peas.
made up gravy with the meat juices, veg stock powder and a few of my secret gravy ingredients, added this and the meat together to the veg and mixed.
Then I topped with the potato skins and left it all to rest,
I'll cook it after I've done the bread this afternoon.