Mince and Tatties

My admiration runs forth to a man who owns this car and shops in Morrisons, Stranrear, I'm told that town, the crossing point to Ireland is not the end of the world, but on a clear day you can see it frae there. Anyway can yer imagine this amazing Scot emerging from the supermarket and trundling back to his car, complete wiv his 'baags fur life' weighed down with oats, haggis, tatties, turnips & Tunnocks, yes he'll have that awesome Scotttish confectionery; snowballs and caramel bars. Mare bags laden with leeks and rice, fae soup, And he'll have trolleys of Iron Bru, and Speyside Whisky frae Skye (on offer). 'Bay City Rollers' sized party packs of Mars Bars to deep fry for starters and many linear feet of mealy white pudding in bars two foot long fer afters. Can ye? Naw? Can ye imagine?. This man doesn't eat pasta, he's never been down Morribobs Italian isle, he knows it exists, pasta that is, but doesn't know why. I admire him, I feel the same about tofu. 

Don't get me wrong, I want this man alongside 'Braveheart', if he's archetypal, he's awesome. The land 'o the free. Dressed in a kilt and painted woad blue top to toe, I proclaim that man. And if he says, 'Nae greeting tonite, hen. It's braw', as mince and tatties bubble on the stove. Then all the better for him. 

You see 'mince and tatties' is the Scottish deconstructed version of cottage pie, it just cuts out the 'masher' middle man and if served with dough balls, it's just great.