Showing posts with label sausage rolls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sausage rolls. Show all posts

Saturday, 19 August 2017

A very Scottish wedding


We travelled up the spine of the UK at the end of July for a wedding in Scotland. The wedding was bo (big up Bron and Phil) but one of the major moments was discovering a new food. The Macaroni pie! Right on Nicola Sturgeon for allowing this to happen in her lands. May - take note you troll.

A new species of food 

Inspecting the aga

Where Nicola Sturgeon does all her dumps 

A very long sausage roll

A rainbow - I deleted a load of photos and apps to make space for it, then five minutes later it rained so hard that we couldn't see anything

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

When life gives you eggs...


It's been a colourful summer - just look at the state of some of these plates. We're talking going to Llangollen, eating some ox cheeks, air bnbing it, reading some books and almost winning it big on a scratch card. Almost. Here's the visual flex for your eyes... 

Scrambles
Summer reading


Ladybird fam m8

Ox cheeks for breakfast - fancy flex...

That right there is a £3 sausage roll. £3. £.3. 

Beddy byes

A dystopian now

Five points 

Hang on... 

De'voed m8

Kebab log

Look how relaxed that dog is

The scene of some sort of crime

The bakewell challenge

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Cock roll


I've never been on a hen do but I've heard that the drill is based around 'dicks'. Cocks. Members. Throbbing organs. Like the stag, it's the ritual celebration of the last days of freedom before the getting hitched bit takes place. I made this dick shaped sausage roll for a hen do just t'other weekend... kaboom.

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

This is how we sausage roll


As anyone who bothers looking at these words on an irregular basis will know, greasy savoury snacks are one of main motivators getting us out of bed in a morning. So you can imagine the joy de vivre which greeted a plot to make sausage rolls. Like scotch eggs, there's a strange voodoo and air of intrigue which surrounds these high street, low street foodstuffs. But the kitchen reality is, you just need to purchase pastry and let your mind float free. Mannnnn.

We used the Metro recipe from the Jubilee weekend as our starting point and everything turned out wonderfully. It was easy peasy to nail these mothers down once we'd acquired the vital ingredients - egg, flour, pastry, butter, apple, onion and of course sausage meat. Perhaps the most exciting part of the process (other than eating the blighters) is rolling your sausage meat into one long tumuscent stick, then sheafing it in pastry. To boot we injected our meat with apple and onion, then baked the bejesus out of them. Now I know what Mr Gregg's must feel like. Satisfied as fook... 


That's shallot

Mustard and pastry together at last

Rolling in the meat
Two long sheafs of meat and pastry
 
Scoring our babies

Up close and personal

Done